So we overdid it on the junk food a little yesterday and didn't eat dinner last night. Sean made some compound garlic butter and we had some with fresh french bread. Right before bed I started feeling yucky. After a shortlived barf session, I went to bed. I tossed and turned all night. The only time I remember sleeping is when I had a scary dream about this house Sean and I drove by yesterday that's for rent. I called in sick today. So far all I've done is watch a horrible movie. The Life Before Her Eyes with Uma Thurman. The previews looked so good. But I was confused througout 70% of the movie. And at the end it's one of those movies where you actually say out loud "What the heck?!"
I washed some dishes but then I started feeling yucky again so I'm camped out on the couch. Molly is sleeping and there isn't crap on tv. I guess I'll try to nap...although I can't even seem to do that. I'm such a freak.