madness
Warning! I am an idiot who shouldn't be trusted to take care of herself!
I feel like crap right now. But I still feel much better than I did last night.
This is because I was all distracted by computerriffic things like writing, reading fanfiction, and making graphics and somewhere in the mix I forgot to eat. This happens every so often because *points to first line of entry*.
So by midnight I was jittery from lack of sleep and lack of food and knew full-well I was too hyper to sleep, but tried to do so anyway. Heartburn and headache should've been enough to convince me that it would be best to get up and have a bowl of cheerios and watch an infomerical until my brain mellowed out a little. But because *points to first line of entry* I kept up on the "I'll fall asleep eventually" bend while trying to get my mildly delirious brain to SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP so I can go to sleep.
Well, around dawn I got a little sleep. When I woke up I choked down some yogurt and went off to church to receive some good vibes. I'm feeling better now, but still not great.
In my delusional state the evening before I blamed Xellos/Filia for my sickness, y'know? 'Cause it's totally their fault and not the fact that *points to first line of entry*. I blamed them because the writing, reading, and making graphic activities of the day were all centered on them and my brain wouldn't shut up about them while I was trying to sleeeeeep.
Am started to suspect myself of having an unhealthy relationship with this pairing.
It's not going to go away either. Legal Matter is ending next week, and then I'll be starting Diplomacy. Somehow I have no sense of closure. WHEEEE.
Actually Zel/Amelia might be my ticket back to Saneville as nothing today made me feel better than writing them a sweet little oneshot I plan to post up tomorrow.
They're so stable! Unlike SOME PEOPLE. *glares at Xellos and Filia* Jamaican me crazy! (pun makes no sense in context. do not care.)
Anyway, I'm just hoping I'll be less stupid once I actually get some sleep. I need to learn to count sheep or something, because the fiction-drafting thing may help my writing, but it does absolutely nothing to usher me into dreamland. I NEED SLEEP TO FUNCTION DAMN IT.