How long does one d*mn ibuprofen poisoning LAST?!
I haven't been puking much (for I haven't eaten in a while), but still. This thing should have run its course by now. I shouldn't still be heaving my guts out.
What's worse is, Those annoying Corpse Trio kids keep trying to get into the hideout.
Usually I'd be happy to let them in, and we could go on an insect extermination spree, but you do not know how annoying and loud those kids are. I think they broke my eardrums with their incessant chattering.
And that Gargoyle kid got into my secret stash of candy I'd been planning to eat bit by bit once I got better.
Who do you know who can down six king-sized Hershey's bars, seven packs of MnMs, and a whole bag of Swedish Fish in less than a minute?! Other than Barrel, of course.
So now I have no sugar (Which I've been seriously low on... I haven't ingested any candy for two months now. It's driving me nuts.), I still got a huge gash in my foot (which I suspect is becoming infected), and I'm still puking. On top of all of that, Shock is still ignoring me, the scanner isn't working, and Diablo is getting more ravenous. He's getting more to eat than I could ever dream of right now.
And you think your annoying co-worker is bad.
I've gotta go now. Harlequin Demon offered to teach me how to crochet to take my mind off this whole business. I know it sounds girly, but I found it quite addicting.
Shock's gonna be happy when I make her a shirt or something. Maybe she'll finally notice me.
Out for a while!
~Lock
