braggging writes

today,
was the worst.

i thought i was over the morning (more like mourning) sickness since i'm 12 weeks (even though i've met mothers who were puking through their delivery... the whole nine months) (mein kampf!) (true story) but today it started fresh (my mom warned me it would) and there is nothing worse than throwing up everything you eat and drink and going into the bathroom so many times that the lightbulb finally explodes while you hurl your soul into the toilet.

so

today,
brandon came home from school
did our 2345678909876545 dishes (not an exaggeration)
changed the lightbulb
rubbed my back while i puked
made me peaches and cream (FAVE) oatmealdinner even though he knows i'm going to throw it up (he even made it watery for me! maybe.)
made me tea
made me apple juice ice cubes
went to dinner/lunch (dunch?) with my grandparents who came into town
picked up all the dog poo in the backyard
didnt make fun of me for watching pokemon movie 599.
and finished his brilliant julius caesar essay.

and brought me everything in bed.

angel man.

why is it pitch black at four oh clock in rexburg? is the end near?
because if it is, i'll be glad to be done with today
and to have forever with angel man.

peace, love, and nausea
j