HOLIDAYS are here!!! In the states we call them "vacations". I am currently calling them holidays because that is what i have been calling them recently and it seems odd to switch back. I mean, I am in Ireland-- I can't speak Irish but I can adjust my English. 

Yesterday was the first day of my holidays. I had the first series of Ashes to Ashes on DVD. My family had bought me some Indian food. I had my mom on chat. It was a great start to the holidays.

Then my mom had to go and take a sister to a movie. I was sitting there on the emotional physco thrill ride that is the Ashes to Ashes plot. Then I realized.

I kind of felt icky.

My head hurt.


That brilliant spicy-curry substance I had been so excited about was in danger of coming back up my throat. I am never a fan of throwing up. But the idea of up-chucking Indian was a nightmare in my eyes.

I spent the rest of the night trying to keep the contents of my stomach in my stomach. I evntually went to bed at like nine, which felt drastically early at the time.

I woke up at three and still felt like someone had pelted my head with baseballs, taken my insides and squashed them under a steam roller and taken a cheese grater to the inside of my throat. Whoever that was really hates me.

I tried another shower and some Netflix. Eventually I fell back asleep around 5am. And slept in til 10 am.

Breakfast was a mixture of grapes, yogurt, smoothy, orange juice and Doritos and humus. There you go. Holiday up date. Needless to say I think the planned trip to Dublin for some shopping is out. Now I'm back in bed writing this, waiting for enough time to go by to make it a reasonable time in the states so I can call my mother and moan.