I feel ill. I'd rather be throwing up right now. A bulimic and I would probably be at home with each other right now. All I wanna do is puke -- and my world is spinning every which way. The train ride this morning was truly an experiment in good faith with my stomach. I feel bad for my girlfriend because if she's going through this it's going to be difficult for her to study . . . I couldn't read on the train because it made me nauseaus. Either way . . . I can't wait to throw up.