I can't explain a thing.

Total cigarettes today: Zero.


YEAHHHHHHHHHHH NO CIGARETTES.
But I did have, like, three yesterday...

Ah well.

Chelsea came in to work today and did her "I got action last night" dance.
I almost died.
And then almost started crying.
I WANT TO DO THAT DANCE!

But I don't, at the same time.

Oh.

Also.

I think that the bump on the back of my foot, the one created by the demon U-Boat that attacked me at Kohls during Christmas...
I don't think it's going away.
It's still there, and it's... not... leaving...

I've almost thrown up four times today.
GO STOMACH FLU.