passed out at work today, then again in the public toilet next to work after nearly throwing up all over my coworker. Then another coworker drove me home.

y'all WORE me out yesterday! I went home and collapsed for a couple of hours and went to bed at an ungodly early hour. My conclusion? School sux. Other Conclusion? Y'all rock. Especially austinmgross's theory of Gravity's Rainbow. I went back and reread some passages and you're TOTALLY RIGHT.

II. Lest ye forget to take your prozac, don't eat anything, for it will come back up the way it came thricefold.
Plain English: you'll be jackknifed around the freakin' toilet. Don't let it happen to you!

III. Should you need sleep by means of medication, don't chase the pill with three shots of espresso.
Plain English: never. EVER. Take three shots of espresso with a sleeping pill. Bad things happen.

My sisters gave me my birthday present this morning.

HOLY COMMONWEALTH OF THE BRITISH EMPIRE, BATMAN!

I got The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert Anniversary Edition, and Monty Python's Flying Circus Season II on DVD!

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The Irony being it's National Trafalgar Day in the United Kingdom of Britain, Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland.

The day has gone by mostly with me in the bathroom puking up anything I eat and feeling v. tired and dizzy. To wit, I say:

FUCK YOU: GLAXOSMITHKLINE

My meds are not being nice to me today.

xa84's cat Fiona was attacked by another cat today, and now she has an infected leg.

I'm scared. And I'm sad. xa84's last cat was badly attacked (we assume it was a raccoon) and she never really recovered. This makes me so scared.

In the picture, however, she's taking a nap on a map of Italy, and she's looking at Tuscany. Ironically, where her owner (not me!) went this last summer.

Xa's HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!