I feel like something a dog threw up, which is appropriate, considering my activities for the morning. I basically got up at 7:30, hopped on the Gastrointestinal Distress Express to Upchuck Junction, and curled up in bed until ten, when I woke up and decided to drag my ass to class because I apparently hate myself. I'm blaming it all on my period, which is what I normally do in these situations.

I take heart though, because Jon Stewart is always good for what ails ya: