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Steal dealing with not keeping food down.
Gee, this doens't sound familiar. >_<
I hate my body.
I think work is trying to kill me. They have me working some insane shifts- until midnight one day, and then in at eight am the next day.
And I'm making the Halloween costumes for my housemates and myself. Which was fine at the beginning of the month. But in our desire to be cheap, we got the wrong material- it needs to be stretchy, and Flu Girl didn't catch that until we were mostly done with the costumes.
So now, I have an insane work schedule this week, I need to go out, buy material, pick up the sewing machine that a friend is giving me, cut out the material, sew it together, and do this before SATURDAY. And manage to keep food down in the meantime.
And people wonder why I'm stressed.
Gee, this doens't sound familiar. >_<
I hate my body.
I think work is trying to kill me. They have me working some insane shifts- until midnight one day, and then in at eight am the next day.
And I'm making the Halloween costumes for my housemates and myself. Which was fine at the beginning of the month. But in our desire to be cheap, we got the wrong material- it needs to be stretchy, and Flu Girl didn't catch that until we were mostly done with the costumes.
So now, I have an insane work schedule this week, I need to go out, buy material, pick up the sewing machine that a friend is giving me, cut out the material, sew it together, and do this before SATURDAY. And manage to keep food down in the meantime.
And people wonder why I'm stressed.
