I woke up with to a sneeze this morning. What a way to begin a hangover, hide in the dark and try not to bite too many people's heads off kind of day. The first words I heard this morning were "Are you ok?" I groaned pulled the pillow back over my head and replied, "Yeah I'm fine." I laugh inside at myself because I'm always just fine. I spend the next four hours drinking a lot of coffee, surfing E2, wishing I could just throw up and feel better. Now I'm sipping on some frozen koolaid type substance in hopes the sugar and ice will at least calm down the urge to purge. Maybe I'll go outside this afternoon forcing myself to look at the beauty of the day, maybe I'll go smell a flower or two (ignoring my allergies) just so I can smile at myself for 'stopping to smell the roses'.