"I Have Read the Writing on the Wall..."

Note to self: If this tinge of illness is, indeed, psychosomatic, CUT IT THE HELL OUT.

Shut myself in my room, turned off the lights, and listened to Notre-Dame de Paris in Italian for an hour or so. The light my CD player makes, when my glasses are off, looks a good deal like firelight on the ceiling, and I even slept for a little while. I feel substantially better now, particularly now, because

I love Manon and Snowy and Zara, who are all too good to me and yes. Once again, I am a so-lucky Soujin.

Also, I might be asked to make the baby shower cake for one of the nurses at work. ^_^ Should really like that very much, I should.

There isn't anything I need to do to-morrow, really. That will be good. Perhaps I shall sleep a little later than ordinarily. My eyes burn, and I don't feel good, when I'm tired.

In addition, I never have anything to say, because I'm not looking enough at the pretty around me. Perhaps to-morrow I'll put a towel out on the lawn and sit out and read and sleep in the sun. That might be nice.