So, I’m feeling a bit better. I think I’m done vomitting at least. I did manage to get dehydrated despite my best efforts, but I’m working on fixing that.

Also, what probably didn’t help my absolutely awful hangover was that three of us at our sort-of-party got to experience being forcibly fed from. Apparently one of my roommate’s boyfriends thought it would be super cool to psi feed without asking, and he wasn’t subtle about it in the least. Like, I’m not even kidding. I felt him work in and just start ripping shit out of me. I ended up on the floor fucking sobbing, and when I asked him directly if he was pulling from me, he was all “…yeah. Should I stop?”

what the fuck. When someone is writhing on the floor in absolute agony (whether they’ve consented to the feeding or not) of course you should fucking stop.

Well, he ended up moving on from me and I thought he was done, but really he just went for James next. And the same thing happened to him. The guy tried a bit with Sam too, but shit got a bit suspicious after three of us were down, so he stopped. Sam and James ended up going back to their room and someone carried me back to mine.

But yea. No one else seemed to have any idea what had happened, and I really don’t know how to broach the topic now. Because that shit seriously wasn’t cool. I’ve never been in so much pain in my life.

So I’ve been nursing the leftovers of that AND a hangover today. Which is pretty damn miserable, but getting better. I hate people.