New Year's Resolution

I am going to type something in this damned thing at least three times a week, if for no other reason than it'd be nice to not start something and abandon it almost immediately like I usually do.

Also people (ok, two people) have been saying things that amount to POST GODDAMMIT.

So...

Today, I woke up and took a little blue and yellow pill instead of a little blue pill, because it's been two weeks and I've graduated. After that I decided that I'd outsmart the appetite suppressant and immediately eat something before the little pill got it's vice grip around my stomach. I ambled downstairs, and two reheated thin crust Dominoes pizza squares later, I decided to go take a shower and get dressed.

Initiative!

Except as soon as I get upstairs and turned on the radio, I didn't want to take a shower so much as lie down on my (oddly and thankfully carpeted) bathroom floor.

30 minutes later I'm lying on my stomach thinking this shit (Strattera? dominoes pizza? a very angry combination of the two?) is finally going to kill me. And my parents are going to find me in my underwear with Top 40 blaring. Fuck. I'd at least like to die listening to decent music.

Ok so maybe I wasn't dying, per se but I did really want to give up on food and Strattera and just "pull the trigger". What can I say, intense nausea makes me melodramatic.

As I'm lying on the floor, contemplating whether or not concentration and college are really worth my current tummy ache (I swear it was bad), Live Your Life comes on the radio. And dammit if I don't LOVE that song. Actually, not even the whole song. Just the bridge, when Rihanna sings her twelve lines, and it's awesome. Since the first time I heard that song I have not missed an oppurtunity to belt said twelve lines at the top of my lungs while doing some kind of "this is my JAM" dance, and while lying on the floor in my underwear listening to that song, all I could think was I'll be damned if I miss singing the bridge.

So during the entire second verse I used the bathtub and sink to drag myself into a standing position, and when the bridge happened, I was all over it. As far as bathroom performances under conditions of extreme nausea go, that one will be hard to beat. Of course, it was almost followed by what I'm sure would've been impressive digestive pyrotechnics, but I managed to keep it down.

In Summary:

I love that song.

Til the game ends
And the clock stops
We gon' post up in the top spot

Oh, and fuck you, Strattera.