My previous post was clairvoyant.

Seriously...creepy. Who would have thought the Hills would *actually* make me vomit? Here I thought I was just being sarcastic. Maybe I should look into this extreme power of words I have.

I'm actually better now...but Thursday I was sicker than gay porn and I thought my insides were coming out. Yet I couldn't throw up. I took several Phenergans and tried to sleep, but kept waking up sweating every half hour or so. Finally after midnight I felt the eruption coming, so I ran to the bathroom. God it was horrible, but such a relief. Kevin comes in, "god Leesh, it sounds like the Exorcist in here...". But seriously, whatever was making me sick came out with those 10 gallons of vomit, because I felt better after. Weird.

Why do weathermen insist on standing out in the middle of a hurricane to report? Do they think we won't really believe them that there is a hurricane? I just saw Geraldo Rivera take a drink and firemen had to rescue him. Seriously...mandatory evacuation means something. Drowning because you were intentionally standing out in the middle of an almost category 3 hurricane just to report the weather doesn't exactly earn you the medal of valor, so get the hell out of there.