Entry 14

Ugh, feel terrible. Trying not to throw up. Think it's from bad sleep mixed with bad food, but it might actually be real sickness the way I've been all weekend, I've basically spent the whole time sitting in a bacteria pool by myself without much movement.
Tried sleeping last night but kept waking up every hour. Nauseated to an extreme, texted Hancock and told him I can't make it to PT. I'll have to make up the long run on my own. Feeellll terrible.
I get the reader's digest version of being sick: No symptoms until my immune system just gets overwhelmed, then BAM everything at once. The next 8-12 hours suck ass. Then after a maximum of 12 hours, I get up and everything is fine again.
It's abbreviated, but hits all of the highpoints with ferocity.
But until then X_X death.

Facebook was awesome last night in response to the change in profile. If you haven't already changed, I would advise against it, it's very cluttered so far. But you'll be forced to change soon anyway, so don't get too cocky.
Facebook users FLIPPED out though, and demanded it be changed back. I couldn't laugh hard enough. Like users for a free service could demand *cat knocked over bottle of cranberry juice, derailing train of thought*  a change is said service because they don't like it the new way. Normally, that might have a chance of working, but face it, addicts don't have bargaining power. They've got you and they know it. "If they wanted to change the homepage to an old man defecating on himself, you'd all still use it," said one person last night, and the kid was right.
But more importantly is that the users don't have a single RIGHT to complain. We can't whine that we no longer get a specific service free, when the altered service still sit in front of us still free. It's stupid, that's like hating your free car when it's the best one on the market, and yet they changed the colour on your dashboard lights. Or having a top notch cellphone just handed to you for free and then saying that you don't like that it doesn't have a full keyboard. YOU DIDN'T PAY FOR IT, YOU CAN'T COMPLAIN. I can't explain that enough. *cat is attacking bedroom door with ferocity, interlude, cat has been moved from the room, which gets ice cold during the night, to the laundry room, which is the warmest in the apartment, he can shut his psychotic face this morning while I sleep this off* Until you pay for a service, that service is a monarchy, or rather, an aristocracy; you get no voice because you don't actually contribute. Deal with it.

OMG CAT, SHUT UP.

Time to die for a while,
Angel