My stomach started hurting when I woke up on Friday. I -think- it's finally starting to ease off. I don't know what it is, it just hurts, and I can feel it coming on. There's been a few vomit near-misses. Those are really bad. Luckily the feeling only lasts for like a minute. I didn't do anything but lay around yesterday, and when I don't go anywhere on a Saturday? Yeah, I must be sick.

I did go out for a little bit Friday night, when it had stopped hurting for awhile and I thought it was over. And then today I went to see Transformers with Mom, Connie, and Martin. But ugh, Sprite. I'm a zombie without caffeine.

I really really hope it's over.