Hoping for Quick and Heavy Sleep.

I've spent the day alone.

It was definitely a good thing. Not because I wanted to be alone -- quite the opposite, actually -- but because of what's been plaguing me.

Sat down to dinner. Had one meatball and two forkfuls of spaghetti. My body rejected it. Abruptly. Violently.

I've been violently ill since 5:00 this evening. At times I'm heaving horribly but producing nothing. It's caused my sides and stomach to start pulsing with agonizing pains. My head hurts and I feel dizzy. Moving hurts, and I'm still having to crawl out of my bed and wander down the hall to purge what's in my system -- although there's no possible way anything's left in there.

I've been miserable. In the midst of one episode of throwing up, I decided to start crying. For multiple reasons: Frustration at being sick, agony from the heaving and aching, and depression from... things that transpired earlier in the day that ultimately led to my day of isolation.

I've had an uber bad day. I hope to God that I can just go sleep.

Yeah, I'll be sleeping alone tonight, but I still hope to God I just go to sleep. And sleep hard. And heavy. And that I don't wake up until I absolutely have to.

I hope everyone else had a better evening than I did.