It's 3:38am and I'm still sick. My throat feels like there's a golf ball in there. It hurts when I swallow and I can't talk. I sleep for about twenty minutes before I wake up gagging and in pain. The most sleep I clocked in since Monday was three straight hours and that was thanks to an entire Xanax.
And then I found this picture of Mischa Barton smoking a doobie while driving around in Hollyweird. Makes me wanna puke because I could really use a toke right about now.