I am NOT puking. I am NOT puking.

Yes, in vain attempts to distract myself from the reality of said title, I am narrating my mundane daily endeavours.

Today's ironically, also, the mark of four months of being with Emperor Insanity *silly grin*. I shall blog more about that later when I'm feeling less nauseas and sink back into my mushy lovey-dovey mode that I was quite into when at the hospital -don't ask- that evaporated when the first puking session came about.


My nutjob sent me this card that had be collapsing into a fit of laughter when I read it.






Then I chanced Facebook.







But as always I get extremely put off by the accumulation of 205 requests on my home page. There are just TOO many aps on it and so, all I managed to do was give my dearest cuz Sham a few nicknames and hold hands with Emperor Insanity. And change my status message. Which pretty much revels in how I felt after having lunch.


I shall blog a bit more later, after a well-deserved rest and less nausea.



And no, I'm not pregnant.