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I keep forgetting about the wrong-time thing on Tyler's computer. LJ ate my entry. Excuse me while I curse, loudly.

Shorter version of my post:

Veganopolis, in downtown, has some of the best food on earth, and it's not overly expensive. Me and infernarl ate ourselves sick for around twelve bucks.

Burgerville's spicy black bean Gardenburgers are vegan. Hopefully the bun is. Still tasted good without cheese or mayo. Yeay, vegan fast food.

I've been sick to my stomach off and on since yesterday. Nausea blows. I'm 99.999% sure I'm not pregnant, but I can guarantee that if I tell Nana I'm nauseous, she will assume I am. No matter what I say otherwise.

Apparently another 5mgs in my Adderall XR raises the price by ten dollars. @#%$#@!!

John Travolta's character in Saturday Night Fever is an asshole. Tyler's watching it.

The huge magazine store on Hawthorne has a random handful of old issues of Folk Harp Journal. I kept squeeing over pictures of harps. Harp porn!!

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I'm so fucking nauseous. I don't even want to get up to get tea or something, because just turning my head makes it worse.

At this point I'm wondering if it might not be a good idea to drink a glass of water and try to make myself barf just to get it over with.

Ew, that was gross, I'm sorry.