Ugh.

[aisalynn]

Oh, god. I don't why my parents insist on torturing me. My mother keeps coming in and waking me up from the fitful dozing that is the only thing that keeps my mind off of my stomach, and just a few minutes ago my dad, despite knowing that I am seriously nauseous, brought in a plate full of barbecue chicken. Now my whole room smells like it.

Ugh.

*turns green*