Preeeeeeeeettty sure I’m dying.

I can’t breathe, my head is throbbing, my abdomen feels like there is an alien in it trying to chew its way out, I’m gushing blood like a Sweeny Todd customer, my emotions are more like a space shuttle crash than a roller coaster…

Time to spend the entire day on my feet doing manual labor  T__T

(bah, it’s decorating for a friend’s wedding, so I don’t mind, but daaaaammmmmmnnnn did I really need to start my period the day before the wedding?????? That’s just mean.)