Hey world. I hurt. Like a lot. There's obviously something very wrong with me. I'll give you three guesses as to what it might be. I've been asleep for about 70% of the day. Number one way to tell if there's something wrong with me? Watch how much I sleep. Normally I can live off four or five hours && be fine. If I'm sick I need somewhere between twelve and sixteen. It's ridiculous. I couldn't even watch the baby. Elmo had to stay home from school. I feel like a failure. This is all I have to do now, just watch the damn baby for twelve hours, && then I'm done, && I couldn't even do that. Even after all the pain pills (and I do mean all: one vicodin, one valium, four ibuprofen) my legs were still cramping so bad I couldn't move. That's not even to get started on my stomach, or my back. Goddaddy's like, "why haven't you gone to the doctor?" Uhm...because nobody can take me, and the doctor happens to be in the middle of fucking nowhere, that's why. Plus, all the doctor can do is give me prescription pain pills, which I take anyway, no luck there. But whatever. That isn't what this blog was supposed to be about.

This blog was supposed to be about stupid ass Arvon Barker. But I don't even wanna talk about him anymore, cus he upset me. Oh look, he just texted me. Smh.

I don't feel like blogging anymore. My fingers are tired. I think I'm going to go back to sleep. Seriously, how pathetic is that?

-A.