Last night was hell. Hell! I thought my head was gonna fall off. Just fall right off. I haven't been that sick in a while.

I got back in the city probably around 3. This cute, pierced boy sat across from me listening to his CD player and looking over now and then. I'm not even sure when I really started feeling sick. I got to Eric's and worked a little on the site. We had pizza. Maybe that did me in. He was in a meeting and I couldn't wait for him. I just felt myself getting more and more upset. My head started throbbing. I left and dropped by Duane Reade for vitamin c, echinacea and KY jelly. I was prepared to say, "Uh ... you don't think I plan on taking those pills orally, do you?" if the cashier gave me any weird looks.

Got to the subway and the headache got worse. By the time I got on the bus at Port Authority, all I wanted to do was sleep. I slept pretty much all the way to my stop. Got to the apartment around 5:30, threw my bags on my bed, rushed to the bathroom and threw everything up. Ever throw up so hard you cry? It was like that. I felt like a 6-year-old again. Crouched on the cold bathroom floor. That sssswwsssh ssswwssh sssswwwssshh sound of my head throbbing. I managed to drag myself to bed and slept until 10.

I was starving but my stomach was still upset and my head was still throbbing. Light was torture. I fixed some raspberry tea and went back to bed.

I was supposed to go into the city today to help Eric finish the site but I couldn't. I had to call him and tell him I couldn't. I didn't feel well enough to travel. Feeling shitty is one thing. Feeling shitty when you're out is a whole other thing. So I worked on some of it here. My connection is back. It's weird. The bill hasn't even been paid yet. I probably shouldn't say that too loud.

Someone found my site today looking for 'how to be a skinny bitch' on Google. It led them to this entry. I've seen weird search strings attached to my site before but that's one of my favorites now.

I got a few emails today about the new email virus. How stupid can people be? If you have the Internet, you should know by now that downloading attachments from people you don't even know is not a good thing. Thing is, I don't even read warnings now. The minute I see 'FWD: Virus Warning' from someone I know, I roll my eyes, sigh and delete it. The smart thing for a hacker to do would be to put a virus in a virus warning and forward that.

I'm officially an illegal alien now it seems. The lawyer Norm had working on my work permit fucked up. I swear ... I knew that guy was a moron the minute I saw him. He apparently mailed stuff to some phantom address and everything's passed the due dates. I was supposed to mail some form back by November 5th. Ask me what the date is now. Uh huh ... December 5th. So now I have to meet some other lawyer on Friday and get everythign worked out.