When everything comes down.

Saturday- Applebee's, alcohol, I'm feeling great.

Sunday (3 am)- I don't wake up in my own bed, my whole body hates me, my head feels like bent rubber.

Sunday (the sun is up)- I can't tell you how much I've thrown up, its been a rough night. But I'm with the one I love.

Sunday (afternoon)- Still throwing up about every hour, I do go home, I sleep. -Note: sleep means by the hour or two mixed in with a complete, belly bustin purge.

Monday (morning)- I think its been a few hours since I last threw up, I can walk into my bathroom without falling, its a good day.

Monday (Afternoon)- I look at edline and math sucks.

Monday (Now)- I can't say much, I should start homework, except I can't concentrate.