Meorp. I can't figure out my stomach anymore. I eat! I'm full! And hungry at the same time! what? Argh! Make sense!

I've found a way to be happier about going to work every morning except monday: "Ah," I think on tuesday "I have a four-day work week!". Or three, or two, or one. Ahhh. Now I have a long weekend coming up and I really do only work for two days next week. I'll spend the weekend learning chemistry. Joy. vomit

THE BUS STRIKE IS almostOVER!

I can't wait until tuesday. I'm so sick of taking taxis, I'm so sick of paying for so many taxis, I'm so sick of only seeing my boyfriend on the weekend.

My stomach is gurgly now. What do you want? Tell me! AHHHHHH!