No Delivery on Sunday?

If you don't deliver on Sunday, then you should really put that in the ad, don't ya think? Today I absolutely had to get my prescription refilled. That's not normally a problem except that I'm in such a huge amount of pain that I really didn't want to walk all the way to town. Normally, I would walk it and not think twice about it. Sure, I'd prefer a car, but since I'm a loser and don't own one, I have to rely on my roommate. She's not home this weekend, so I figured I'd have the pharmacy deliver since it says in the phone book that they offer free delivery. Well, not on Sunday. So, I had to struggle to put some pants on and walk a few miles to the pharmacy to get my life saving medicine. Luckily, today I feel a lot better than I did yesterday, but that really doesn't say much. Today I feel like killing other people instead of killing myself. That's not really that much of an improvement.

Is it healthy to only eat a bowl of ramen throughout a three day period? Since friday at noon, that's all I've eaten. Not to mention a few LifeSavers just to keep my mouth from getting that shitty sick taste you get. I didn't even finish the entire bowl. The thought of eating anything makes me want to throw up. Of course, I'm hungry as hell. After got home from my 45 minute walk the pharmacy, I stole a packet of my roommate's hot chocolate. It just seemed like a really good thing to drink. I was cold as balls and I figured it would make me feel better. Yeah, about two minutes after I drank the six ounces of liquid, I immediately wanted to vomit. I didn't, but I sure wanted to. I'm thinking that my knee cancer has spread to my entire digestive system. Luckily, I have to work tomorrow and I can't afford to take a day off moneywise or attendancewise. Of course, if I'm still as shitty feeling as I am today, I will definitely be going to the doctor or to the hospital.

It's weekends like this that really make me wish that I had a girlfriend to take care of me. Hell, I'd settle for a live in maid. I've never felt so goddamn helpless in my life. I could sit up at times. I just laid in bed for hours at a time struggling to find the strength to deal with the pain of just sitting up. I almost fell down my steps because I got light-headed and almost stepped out a little too far. All I could think was that I would have fallen and just laid wherever I fell because I was going to be in too much pain to move. Ever. It really sucked. Oh well, no use feeling sorry for myself. What does that get me? Apparently it makes girls think I have low self esteem or some bullshit. Stupid cunts.

Am I the only person who's glad that the USA isn't winning the medal count? I love it. Especially since a lot of people actually care how we place. Like winning more medals makes us a better country. It's irrational nationalistic thinking like that that makes me pray (yes, I'm an atheist, but I still pray) that we come in last place in every fucking event. Plus, the Olympics interrupt some of my favorite sitcoms like Joey... and that other show that's stupid.

Anyhow, I'm done. I want to go admire my bulemic weight loss. Hooray for nonself-induced eating disorders!