Puking since 4am. I caught a stomach bug, (at least, I hope that’s what it is, as much as it’s killing me, instead of that other thing with puking..) thankfully now I’m feeling better enough to get up off the bathroom floor; but the entire time I was pleading with Truman to make my stomach stop being a bitch, (I had to whine to someone since Hayes was working) he would just lick my face, I love him. Lucky for me Maura brought up crackers and ginger ale before she left for work. & I hope none of you post delicious looking food photos cos I won’t be able to appreciate them since I’ll have to scroll right by it to avoid instant gagging. This has been a whambulance post.
