Fucking hell.

I feel really, really sick. Like I'm literally going to vomit in a few.

Yesterday after work, Mike, Pepper and I were sitting in my car 'cause we were feeling grouse (running off two hours of sleep) and didn't want to go anywhere, really. Out of nowhere we saw Christine walk by and head toward Juicy. Since this was the first time I've EVER seen her without Sarah attached to her hip, we started calling out to her. No response until Mike yelled "BLUE!" and I waved to her. She turned around and gave us a confused look and just kept walking. I don't know what the hell I ever did to her. Seriously. But that whole thing just added to this snowball I had going 'cause I fucking broke down at work again yesterday.

This has to stop.

Got home at around 5:30 last night and immediately passed out. Woke up at 2am. Yay.

I'm gonna go puke or something.