So, I woke up this morning at 10 (I skipped my 8...because, well Megan came over and we watched Shop Erotic until like 3...and then getting up at 7:30 for class just really wasn't for me), and as I was checking my email to make sure that God still hates me and didn't make Dise cancel humanities, I realized, to my sort of horror that the pressure ball from my nose ring is gone.

One of 3 things had to have happened, I'll list them in order of likliness. 1)I knocked it off at some point in the night and its now lost in the jungle of dust and empty water bottles under my bed. 2)I sniffed it up, and it went down my throat and is now festering in acid in my stomach. 3) I sniffed it up and its now in my sinuses and will probably somehow travel to my brain and I'll die.

I'm pretty sure its on the floor, because even though it was pretty little, the hole to go up to my sinuses if fucking tiny...and it would have hurt like a son of a bitch, at least enough to wake me up with intense pain in my nose. The way I figure, if it hurts to sniff cocaine, a powder, a pressure ball which is solid, would hurt a lot worse. Plus I would probably have a headache, and my body would be producing a shit ton of snot to try to get the damn thing out. And I would probably be able to feel it. Logically, it is on the floor somewhere.

However, my intense hypochondria is convincing me that I'll probably die later today. And if that's the case, well, Andy is in charge of my funeral music and Caitlyn Ryan gets my shoes.