"And They Called it Puppy Love..."

Why the hell am I still awake?

Right. I've just decided I shall sleep late to-morrow. If I get up at six, as my clock is set, I shall probably die, and I don't really want to. So, I will sleep, and see what happens. Probably it will be all right.

I've only gotten about six hours' sleep the last three or six or eighteen nights, anyway, and I am awfully tired.

Now I think maybe I'll go to bed. ^_^ Almond Cookie wants to be snuggled, since he knows I was thinking about floppy stuffed elephants earlier.

*points at subject line* They're using that song for a part in our play. It's been stuck in my head all day.

"What is This Feeling?"

*curls up in a ball and screamscries*

OhmygodI'msoill.

Nothing is helping. Nothing is helping. I feel so ill, and I'm shaking, and I'm so hot and nothing is cooling me off and typically Waen and Mum are away looking at antique cars in Lancaster and won't be back until nearly five.

OhGod. Hurts so much. I think in a moment I'm going to be violently ill.

What do I do? *cringes* So miserable. So much pain. So bad.

Aughhhhhh!

*cries* Even when I'm feeling so bad, I'm still too anal not to take five minutes and find a song quote for the subject line. I hate myself.

EDIT: Took my temperature twice. 96.5, but I can't remember what it's supposed to be. Owwwww.

"I'll Make Every Last Moment Last..."

Soujin is alive again. Yay for short illnesses.

She cleaned the entire kitchen, in an effort to be useful; the microwave, the table, the countertops, the sinks, the stove. She meant to do the den, too, except that she was not quite well enough and Mum insisted she rest.

I have seen Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind now! So beautiful. Miyazaki is a genius too wonderful for words! And Mum mailed The Aunt Who Does Not Hate Me, so that I can have my birthday on the proper new day (we'll be with her, then); and I slept half the day oh dear oh dear and got little done. Except the kitchen.

And am happy, really. Or content, at least. I just want to be able to get past my writer's block!

OH! And to-morrow is, of course, work, and of course I shall see Anna! And I will know how she is! ^_________^ I hope so much that she's better. I hope I hope I hope. My beautiful Anna; I want her to be well again. I can't wait.

...I hope Gabriel's still there. And I need to tell Linda I'll miss a little part of Wednesday because of the evaluator. And Rebecca might be back! I miss Rebecca so much; and right now she's only gone to Brazil. She's going to leave for good in a month. I'm awfully upset. I don't like the new ladies at all as much as I liked her. Oh. *wibbles*

But Waen and I are going to make peace symbol cookies for her book club, and read She Stoops to Conquer with all voices, and I'm not really unhappy, not right now. There isn't anything to be fairly unhappy about.

So I'm not.