End of Week Post

I have been nauseated more or less all day, every single day this week. My mom thinks it might be my gallbladder. If that's true, there's yet another thing wrong with me that I can't do anything about. At this moment, I'm feeling okay, but who knows if it will last... I hate that my body hates me. :( EDIT: It didn't last. It took a big ol' step into worse. And then it got better, and then it got worse again. Body, make up your freakin' mind before I send the Jerk Muffin Army after you. >:(

Er... I'm not sure if I succeed in getting across what I am implying, but I gave it a shot. 100 words. Spoilers for Jack's life pre-movie...

( Drabble for FRIDAY THE 13TH: “Unlucky” )