a lot of
misdirected hostility in the universe this morning, or at least i'd hope it's misdirected or someone hates me with a
fiery passion. i went to bed around midnight some time, possibly 12:30am. not unusual. however, it is now 5am, and i've been up since about.. 2:30/3am. feverish again,
why oh why. i suppose i shall just sit here and stare at things until i pass out or something.
want arms to cuddle up in so badly..
well, i'm happy despite this
inherently evil illness that i wish i could shake already. i'm a little
out of it though, i'm afraid. i asked my mom to pick up some
cold medicine but she always tends to find reasons not to, says they don't work, etc., etc.. so she'll probably come back with nothing. oh well. i will just keep taking my
tylenol and staring off into space.. possibly catch a few z's sitting here in this chair. (update: she got
dristan. may cause
excitability or
drowsiness. oh woe.)
the sun is out.. it's beautiful. i wish i had more of a head about me so that i could fully appreciate it. i can't remember if i even had any good
dreams last night. so little sleep i don't see how i possibly could have..
i am not looking foward to the missing in the slightest. time is just creeping by so achingly
slowly as of late, i wish it would stop that already. i am holding but it's so hard..
a leetle smooch for you.. right,
well, you know where.