Saturday, went into the DMV... that night, wake up at 2:30 AM and am in the bathroom puking up every 45 minutes until 7:00. Couldn't go to Bob's Big Boy for Father's Day Lunch or to the movies to see Batman Begins. Easily the worst day I've had in a long time... Monday morning, I wake up and feel fine. I go out, eat sushi, hang with friends, and watch Team America at a friend's house. Who, BTW... has a 16:9 Sony television, with a Widescreen version of the movie being shown in 4:3, but stretched... so there are black bars on the top and bottom, of a 16:9 display! Freakin' idiot as I called him. I wake up this morning, and it's back to Sunday. I feel like total crap... puked like 3 or 4 times... could see the seaweed in the toilet. Sleep from like 9 to 2 like there was nothing to it. I feel better now, but I don't think I'll be doing anything tomorrow or the next day. I hate the DMV! The diseased people there make me never want to step foot in that place again.
