Problem: Ships , whichever this vessel was called . He leaned over the side , lips twisted as he did his best to hold in his lunch , which had taken his strongest will to finish . As the ship gave yet another lurch , Mago gripped the rail and focused on keeping his stomach where it belonged . He glared at the waves that crashed against the wood of the ship .

What is wrong with him and why are his lips twisted as he did his best to hold his lunch ?

A: He is seasick from the rough sea .

Problem: I ca n't stop eating . i fucking hate PMS and all that it does to me . I feel out of control . At least the gym gives me something concrete to hang on to , that acts as my rock when things start going crazy .

What may be the reason for them feeling better when they work out ?

A: It 's something they can control .

Problem: Finally , after a bit of deliberation and general freaking out , Laura decided that she probably had enough to get me back to the Starbucks so we could both drive home . If she ran out of gas on the road , she would pull over and I 'd drive her home . Thankfully it did n't come to that .

Why might they be freaking out with Laura ?

A:
They were unsure if they had money for gas .