Sik sick sick
I'm sick enough that I cant sleep, my fever is high I think. I think I'm having night terrors or something. I keep seeing things at the edge of my vision. Angels with wings made of book pages sound like wind in wheat fields. Every time I;ve gone into the bathroom I've been convinced that there is someone hiding behind the shower curtain. I'm sure reading the new Neil Gaiman book has been doing wonders for my bacteria plagued psyche. There are spiders in the closet and when I turn off the light they will come out. Its very hot and the house is silent, I don't like it at all.