Blecchhh

The smell of cooking has made me feel extra ill lately. Like..it's to the point where I almost can't even go into the kitchen. I made hashbrowns yesterday for a light breakfast type thing..and it didn't even taste right. How can frozen hashbrowns not taste right? Same as always, right? Ugh. I ended up giving my breakfast to Orion.
I miss cooking. I really do. When I wake up in the morning, I'll lay in bed for a little while like 'Okay..I need to put away all of the clean laundry today..and I'm for sure going to cook dinner.' Then? I actually get out of bed. Everything changes within the next few hours. I'll start to get kind of crampy..but not..and all sorts of nauseous. Orion will then come home for lunch and make himself something..and I'll just get all sick. It's not much fun..but I think I want Subway for dinner again. Ugh! I miss cooking!


Anyway..Michelle wants me to say she's the shit..but really? She's not. I am.