mizry of buddy don: it just dont wonta stop

i gut up this mornin thankin i wuz in fer a good day. last nite the ancient method left me ringin wet with sweat n i figgerd twuz over. then when i woke up this mornin, i had to vomit furst thang. that ackupunkchurist wonts to wean me off them erbs, but so far i been sick everday i aint had em but one. i see im today n hope he kin put me rite agin.

wurst thang bout these migraines, assumin ye kin stop the vomitin: the days jes drop rite outta life, turnin into a dark oblivion in bed.