Dawn's Digression.

I don't feel nice. I feel a little like I need to throw up. I don't think I will, but I have that bizarre feeling I get in my chest before I worship the porcelain god. This is also the third day my stomach has been upset, and I didn't sleep well last night even though I took Tylenol again. Sounds like stress, doesn't it? It does. But I don't feel stressed. I feel like I have a lot to do, but I also feel like things are getting done and will be done in time. I am wondering if my mind is being tricked into thinking I have no stress, but my body knows. If my body feels this awful, I am pretty damn glad my mind is tricked, cuz I feel like a big heaping stinky pile of shit. But I don't feel crazy. Bizarre.