I'm sick.

I feel like I've been chewed up by my dog and barfed up into the road where I was run over by a whole bunch of pretty sport cars going at 200km/h. In other words, I feel crap.

The question is: Could I get anymore depressed?

Answer: No, I don't think so.

3 rejected calls and a whole bunch of uneasy words later, I find myself in front of the computer sulking once again. I've never remembered feeling so vunerable when sick.. It really is strange & worrying. What a disgusting emotion to be experiencing whilst sick, it should be illegal! hah.

On another note, I've started my salad diet. Fruits and salad are the way to go. I've had salad with juice for lunch and dinner. I had fish soup this morning but after breakie and stepping onto the weighing scale, I decided on 2 weeks of semi-detox; hopefully I lose some weight. (crosses fingers VERY TIGHTLY) I've had a mango and champange grapes as dessert today. I feel so... rabbit-like.

I've been so disorientated all day.. I walked into the door and smashed the side of my face into the edge just now, tripped while walking down the stair, stubbed my toe while walking up, stabbed my thigh with my nails while gesturing on the phone.. and I'm sure you get the picture. I really should strap myself to the bed and not move... I swear I cause more damage to myself with out realising it.

So here I am, in bed with my nameless victorian bear cuddling into the covers but never feeling comfortable. I'm actually feel like jello, squished melting jello. oh yum.

kim the squished up melting jello...
it just rolls off the tongue ey?

I was initially planning for a nice, long, semi-intellectual rant but it's obviously been reduced to a blob of my whiney complains.
I promise something less, angsty for the next post.

Thank you for getting this far in the post though, that's an accomplishment on its own.

xxxx sick, grumpy kimmy.