Anti-Anne
Maybe it's the headache I've had for the last two days, but I'm feeling poorly about my person. My room is in a state of disarray . . . my bathroom needs (to be) cleaned.
I refuse to touch my story 'cause I think it sucks . . . The more I think about it, the more holes there are and the more I realize that it's not suited to the world it's in--it's more of a contemporary novel hiding in the guise of a fantasy setting.
I've been having weird cravings again. In the last two weeks I've wanted Oreos, hamburgers, bacon, french fries, cheez whiz, toast, waffles, popcorn, mozzarella sticks, vanilla ice cream, and ham & cheese stromboli.
I must be lacking in vitamins . . . but that doesn't surprise me.
I called my nieces last night. It was sorta painful, yet not. I felt like I was interrupting their lives . . .
*sigh*
oh well.