Jan 23, 2006 21:40
Ohhh I'm sicker than Hell.
I woke up at four this morning because I was drowning on snot, and I couldn't get back to sleep.
So my mother made me stay home. Death. But I wrote tons. How exciting. I used to be really good at it. I wonder what happened, other than the school system dumbing me down. *headdesk*
I tend to write better when I'm sick or at three in the morning because who knows why. Maybe my brain is more in tune with vibes of heartrending eloquence, or summit.
I stepped on a piece of glass or something the other day and it's in my foot and it hurts when I walk normally. I know the world is gladdened to know this. It's been a bit better but it still is a right bitch. Well, no, I'll live.
My brain isn't functioning. Good night.