Wednesday, July 31st, 2002 | 3:36
I'm starting to feel nauseous again.

So I threw up some, and called Joe with a whimper, telling him I'd, "done something stupid."
He stayed for an hour, took care of me during my worst.
I love him like a brother. He is the best friend I've ever had.
I tried to throw up some more, just to make me feel better. One downside to not having any gag reflex whatsoever is that sticking your finger down your throat will not do a single thing besides scratch the back of your throat.
I'm gonna try to get some sleep.

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