I have decided that orange juice is a drink straight from hell. Well, no I lied – I decided that immediately after drinking the damn thing last night. But this morning’s puking has really solidified that opinion.

Here I was thinking, OJ is good for you! I did not fully realize the possibility for severe yuckiness.

If Den doesn’t want to take that shit to work it’s getting dumped in the toilet. Which really is quite fitting, because that’s where it would all end up anyways, were I to attempt to drink it.

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What I meant to post last night and then didn’t…

* Our A/C sometimes doesn’t work right. Like now, it is set to 62 degrees and it’s not supposed to deviate from that by more than 2-4 degrees. It says it is currently 70 degrees in here. I am about to go aptshit on it… oh, THERE it goes, finally. Just as I am about to MELT. :fist:

* OJ is to be banned from our household, effective immediately. Why doesn’t it have a biohazard symbol on it? Or at least a pregohazard symbol on it?? I had a little bit of OJ and now I feel so sick… painfully bloated, gaggy, gassy, wanting to puke. Please Maalox, work soon.

* I want my caaarrrrrrr.

* Something my dad always says in amazement: “You can still remember that???” Yes. I can remember things from 15 years ago in perfect detail. Yesterday, however, is a total crapshoot. (Although today’s comment was, “I always knew you had a photo memory… But I didn’t know you were crazy!” That’s what I get for singing a theme song to a cartoon I haven’t seen in 10 years.)

* I have posting ADD. When I’m posting something longer than one sentence I have to constantly flick over to other browser windows to read things. It irritates me, and yet I have to do it.

And then I forget to post things at 1am when I finally get tired, and wake up thinking, “Wait, did I…?” Well, at least after puking I think that.