June 28, 2002 | 3:23 PM

The combination of constant nausea and ravenous cravings has turned this day into a carnival of junk food and projectile vomiting.

Also, I am sad about John Entwistle. I've been listening to The Who non-stop for about a week straight. This always happens. When I feel compelled to listen to a band repeatedly for days on end-- a band I love but haven't heard in awhile, it's a sure sign that one of the members is going to drop dead.

This happened with Nirvana, INXS and The Ramones.

My sister bought me a Who poster last year when she came to visit but it didn't fit in with our decor (ahem). It is languishing in a closet somewhere, along with the John Lennon drawing my Mom bought me that John hates.

I really hope I can find these things because nothing says home more than dead rockstars, and I want the very best gracing my new abode.

If you want to read something wonderful about John Entwistle, go HERE