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Glamour Boy by ~barefeets on deviantART
is the kind of stuff I been up to lately.
Wow, Livejournal. How the Hell you been? I feel bad that we haven't talked in so long, and I choose to get back in touch on one of those times where I spend most of the night in the bathroom. Not throwing up, and knowing I won't, but feeling so damn close, and the tiles feel so cool when I lay down on them. Hope you don't mind.
So, what is there to talk about at 5 in morning on a weekday? Gotta be to work in 6 hours. Thank Gawrsh it's Friday and all that.
Ryan be coming back home tonight and all. I'll call it his home even if he doesn't want to. It's the closest thing I have to a home right now, and I want him here so bad. It's easier to sleep when I can hear his breathing. So for my own intents and purposes, it's his home.
I need to start getting myself in a better eating and sleeping routine. Especially sleeping. I know that part of the reason I've been feeling so easily pushed at work and with commissions such is because I'm not getting enough rest to let me process things properly. My body's struggling to keep up. S'why I haven't been able to shake off the last legs of this cold that I've had for like a month. Lack of sleep. Or the AIDS.
OK. I think I've gotten myself tired enough to fall asleep. Starting to skirt into the realm of the Dizzy Spells. Every blink is getting longer and I feel like I'm rolling to the left.
So Livejournal. Hopefully next time I run into you I'm in a bit more of a presentable mood. Till then...