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I've been sleeping for most of the day.  I'm not feeling great and somehow I've managed to anger the might Acid Reflux gods.  So now I'm dealing with that too.

I was SUPPOSED to go see Jumper but feeling like my guts are on fire and having five pounds of mucus in your throat doesn't add to an enjoyable time watching Mannaquin Skywalker try to be a badass.  So here I am.  

Add to this that my fucking blood sugar is 260 and I just had to shoot myself with 55 units of insulin and I'm not too thrilled with life at the moment.

Plus I think my friends are pissed at me for not being able to go.  So that's great.  Yay, my night is complete.

So I think I'm just going to crawl back into a hole and cry, or maybe the bathtub.  I'm not sure yet.  

Fuck you world. Fuck you up your big girlie ass. 

 
But I had to sit through this...so I share my pain with you. 

I always knew he was Satan, but now there's proof.