Now I know why all of Hollywood has veneers

I spent yesterday puking my guts out. Fortunately, The Highlander was good enough to work from home and take care of Ducky, so I could take care of myself. Now I’ve puked before. In fact I puked almost every day of my first trimester. Don’t even get me started on the alcohol-related spewing, either. However, two strange things have happened this time. One, my ribs still hurt. I have never upchucked so hard, apparently. Two, my teeth feel like they have no enamel whatsoever on them. God. How do bulimics maintain their svelte figures AND winning smiles?

Now, it’s 11:30pm here. I could have waited a half an hour and posted a thoughtful, witty, entertaining, ahem worthwhile post since June 1st is my Blogaversary and all. But hell. I figured I’d close out the blogging year how I started it. See ya tommorrow!