up and about. coughing like crazy and ridiculously sick. gross beer I've been looking at for months (expired last august, I just noticed) is about all I have, save for the spirits, which I'd rather avoid as much as possible.
slept a bit, that was nice. still not eating though =\. shaking like a leaf again and smell like a cadaver, but hey my waistline would make supermodels jealous. my guts inside are in a war against each other, or so it feels. better off than yesterday, I'd say. just looking forward to having an appetite.
charting all of this, and am going to allow myself a few sips of gross beer,
and hey, I appreciate the comments, even the ones I don't like. keep 'em coming