oh noes

So the other morning, yesterday morning, I wake up about 3 not feeling well. I drink some water, go back to sleep, or try to anyway. 10 minutes later I get up and run the bathroom, taking my retainer off as I go because as soon as I get into the bathroom I start throwing up. Two hours later the same thing happens. I stay home from school. Sleep till 3. Take shower, watch TV. About 6:30, I'm suddenly so fucking cold but on fire at the same time. I endure this until about 8:30 and then I wander out to the living room, take a Tylenol and lay on the couch watching NBC. Two hours later I feel fine. I finish Zoidberg for Kody, who leaves at 4 in the morning. At about 1:30 I realize I am fucking starving so I get out dinner leftovers and scarf them down and then at about 2 I go to sleep. Wake up in morning. Feel almost fine, but don't go to school. Feel guilty. Damnit. It's cold in here.
I'm figuring I just ate some bad food or something. But then what was with the chills and fever? Hnn. Anyway, I'm going back to my room to read Stardust and eat Cheetos I think.
Everybody's gone, Mom drove Kody up to Spokane this morning real early, and she's just going to Yakima from there and Blake's at school, I should be too, going to Dad's tonight. Ugh. My father. This means I am probably going to spend weekend alone, playing The Sims, in my father's dark and dank house. Gawd.