Okay, okay. So I finally downloaded some Regina Spektor and I like it, alright? You all, everyone, you were right. However, I wish I'd read one thing on Lily Allen before I'd purchased her CD (through iTunes), because it's all reggae-influenced and. . .ick. And sugared up? More ick. Which is too bad, because I like her lyrics.

Yesterday I had food poisoning. And a 100.5 fever for about 18 hours. I've. . .never had food poisoning before. It was pretty awful. At one point, the stabbing pains had me (and my mom) convinced my spleen had ruptured. I tried to take a shower today and I had to step out three times because I thought I was going to pass out from lightheadedness and inability to breathe. And I'd like to be officially done with being sick now, thanks.

And last night I had this dream where everything in my apartment was stolen. Except a hallway rug. And the bookcase I hate.