stephanie is: 
barfy…
ugh.so danny bought me a dinner at a little italian place before he went to work. i got a brucettia pizza that was just pizza crust, olive oil, and fresh tomatoes, garlic, and black olives. it was tasty. i thought that my dad would be impressed that i ate what amounted to at least a third of a raw tomato. i did scrape a lot off though.
i farted around on the internet for a while after we got home, ate one of my favorite chocolate tofutti sammiches, then went up to watch ‘survivor’. this is the only season i have watched, thanks to our tivo thing. the tivo is in our bedroom so i watched it from under my favorite blankie and the blankie i am crocheting. for some reason i started shaking as if i were freezing cold, but i wasn’t. i wasn’t feverish either. an hour into it i threw down my crochet and ran for the bathroom. i came extremely close to throwing up and spent the next our and a half next to the toilet just trying to breathe. i bet i’d have felt better if i puked but i am too scared to. i can handle the oog comeing out the right end much better. i kept tasting my dinner.
i brought a foot stool in the bathroom and sat beside the toilet watching the rest of survivor why doing breathing exercises. well, what i THOUGHT was the rest of it. tivo stopped recording it right when the host arrived in new york to announce the winner. i had to go to the website to see who one. how lame. danny is amused. he thinks i am an idiot for watching it at all. i can only watch it recorded – i don’t like it enough to make it though the commecial breaks without a fast forward.
tonight is not going so well. i am definatly not eating anymore. i am afraid to go to the bathroom, because what happens if i end up needing to puke at the same time? i don’t want to lay down because that makes the nausea worse. this is super lame because the only time i get queasy is during the beginning of my period and it just finally ended yesterday. i guess i’ve felt quesy from food poisoning before too. bleh. go away ooginess.