Fragile.
Sometime last month, I'd fallen sick.
Yesterday, I had a high fever.
People, these are two of the (several) reasons why I haven't been posting much. Whenever I fall sick, the computer becomes off-limits to me (It's tiring to sit in front of the com when all you feel like doing's to lie around and do, well, nothing.) and backlog generates.
Backlog's the... third reason why I become sorta inactive. Sure, it is fun reading through 'em, but you would know how some people feel 'bout leaving the 'dead' lying peacefully in their 'graves'. Sometimes, even reading through the backlog puts me off going back, too.
Despite so, Laurie-twin, I shall still complete your meme, though not today. Soon, I promise! (People whom I owe memes to, now's the time to step in and tell me so. Heh.)
Bunnisteffi
P.S. And on the reason for the subject title: I'd been cutting glass for an art piece yesterday, and it so happened that I was already feeling off-ish. For whatever reason, it became that I started comparing myself like glass, that I could break any moment. (How strange this sounds! Don't hit me, please!)
Yesterday, I had a high fever.
People, these are two of the (several) reasons why I haven't been posting much. Whenever I fall sick, the computer becomes off-limits to me (It's tiring to sit in front of the com when all you feel like doing's to lie around and do, well, nothing.) and backlog generates.
Backlog's the... third reason why I become sorta inactive. Sure, it is fun reading through 'em, but you would know how some people feel 'bout leaving the 'dead' lying peacefully in their 'graves'. Sometimes, even reading through the backlog puts me off going back, too.
Despite so, Laurie-twin, I shall still complete your meme, though not today. Soon, I promise! (People whom I owe memes to, now's the time to step in and tell me so. Heh.)
Bunnisteffi
P.S. And on the reason for the subject title: I'd been cutting glass for an art piece yesterday, and it so happened that I was already feeling off-ish. For whatever reason, it became that I started comparing myself like glass, that I could break any moment. (How strange this sounds! Don't hit me, please!)