Sick

I don't know why I'm typing about this. This is about last night, but it's really not that import, but I feel like sharing it, even if it's just with a blog. Last night, I went to work at Little Caesar's, and got of 8 minutes late. When the manager asked me why I got off 8 minutes late, I told her I had been finishing up the dishes she'd told me to to, but she didn't seem to understand that when you keep bringing me more dishes, I'm going to take longer to finish. So I left knowing she was upset with me, although I honestly felt like it wasn't a big deal, since it just meant someone else gets to leave a little bit earlier. Once I got to my car though, I checked my phone and saw I had a text message from Sparky, telling me to go to McDonalds, which of course, I did. But as soon as I got there, I got out of my car and laid on the sidewalk. I would usually cringe at the thought of it, but I suddenly felt like I had to throw up. I was later told that I laid there for about 10 minutes before I finally got up. I decided maybe I should go home as soon as possible, but I decided to stop for gas at the Shell on the corner of Tamarack and Carter. I opened up the car door to step out, and immediately threw up. I had a great night. :(