everybody else's girl

[cimorene]

i spent four or five hours today feeling nauseated, possibly as a result of the potato chips. or the bacon. it was not fun. i still don't feel great, four cups of chamomile later. euugh.

i used to write much longer entries. lately it's one-liners and two liners and their ilk. i wonder why. but not too hard. now i go to bed. (after two lines.)