red and green red and green red and green

First, you must know what state I am in.
Even before that, you should know that I typed that sentence "First, you must know what state I am in," and just stared at it for a good two minutes. That, is odd in itself because words usually just keep pouring onto the page for me. I suppose in a way this second sentence helps explain the first, regarding my state, which I can simply say
is
diSa   rra    y.

I'm a hot mess, except, the hot part.
I cannot simply describe my hangover (the nausea, cold sweats, copper-mouth, head explosion) as I already have in the past (hmmm constant theme). No, it just sucked. But, I got up early >bathed< (be impressed) and went to all three classes!
After an extreme nacho plate (might have been a mistake) and a lot of carbonated soda-pop, I find myself in the last stage of a dwindling hangover of the punishment day. Its only dinner time so it didn't effect much of my day. Sigh.I feel that if I was pushed into a pool I would drown. I wouldn't have the ability to tread water. It takes enough effort to sit up (I'm laying with my computer on my belly just now!)

Soon, after hitting "publish post" and forcing myself into the vertical, I'm going to vomit Christmas all up on the first floor. Vomit is probably a poor word choice considering my health. I'm going extreme decorating, so our house is EPIC for a Christmas party. I'm going to push the impending homework into a corner, ignore the constant tummy ache, and I'm going to sing, hum, and wiggle to Christmas music.

I started this post with >first<, but really nothing follows. This isn't a post about anything really. Perhaps its a warning: don't tickle me, don't ask me to come downtown, and don't tell me to tone down the red and green.