"i feel that my intestines are bleating"

i would like something to do in saturday school tomorrow, but i checked and the library doesn't open until 9:00 a.m. there's always cards, if they let us. i need a book.

this past week has consisted of one night with three hours of sleep, six and a half hours of working in the grime of a neglected store, about a third of a can of spam, two grilled hamburgers, a large caramel cooler, a cup of coffee in the morning with extra cream, no exercise except bending down to pick of videos and dvds, and...that's about everything. everything out of the ordinary. i feel like a writhing blob of stress hormones and carcinogens and metastasizing unhealth.