As If Getting Sick Isn't Bad Enough

May 23rd, 2001

My (ex)boyfriend and I are visiting a friend and spend the night. I wake up in the early morning feeling very nauseous. I go upstairs to the washroom, I don't throw up but I somehow get LOCKED IN. I'm in there for at least half an hour before my ex comes to check on me and manages to get the door open. It's about 6:30am. We go back down to the basement where I am once more overcome by nausea. This time I just go out into the yard and throw up in the bushes (sorry Jeff).