I had some really intense dream last night. I woke up because of it. But it's all faded away and I can't even remember if it was good, bad, scary, or what.
When I got home from work yesterday, I tried to eat, and every time I put food into my mouth, it got worse and worse. I felt nauseated and awful, and it was like trying to spoon poisoned feces into my mouth and swallow. I choked down a little bit, and then I just had to throw it away, because it got so bad that it was impossible to keep going. I barely ate anything. Then I went and got in bed and watched 4 hours of YouTube videos of Spider-Man action figure reviews. What even is my life?
I seem ok this morning. Ate some mini-donuts, but I don't know how much that counts. Mainly just trying to keep my stomach from being loud while at work.
Gotta go later today and get one of the cars inspected. I think everything should be good on it, so hopefully it's a quick in and out. I hate it though, it really stresses me out.