The black magic known as Art plus randomness

Kill me, I beg of you.

I threw up last night.
Technically two rounds to the toilet. But I threw up eight times.
The last three, nothing came out.
But I'm really really hungry but my stomach is killing me and mom doesn't want me eating anything for a while.
My stomach still hurts. I'm gonna lay back down...

...I blame the pork from last night's dinner. My brother ate it too. He also got sick. Then again, the pork was fairly pink....

...kill me. I hate being sick.