"They're Not Trying to Cause You Pain..."

Sososo. Not treadmilling means I got to sleep an extra fifty-five minutes this morning and was still up in time. And it's only ten o'clock, so I got my whole backlog cleared out and I can get my schoolwork done before I go to see Marie and Waen goes to Ezra's. Ooh, I feel good. ^_^

And last night I finished my history exam, so that's done with. Bwee.

I feel astonishingly better to-day, though that might be because I'm still in my pajamas, and that's a very nice feeling. I won't feel so good when I have to put on clothes, probably. Or maybe I'm just rambling and have not the faintest idea of what I'm talking about.

ZARA. Waen burned Jim Croce's Home Recordings for you, so I will have to get that into a package and ready to go.

Now I shall do my geography exercises, get breakfast, and head upstairs to do my maths and grammar. ^___^

(I need to convince Mum to buy me more valentines supplies. I am running very out.)

"I'm Crying Icicles Instead of Tears..."

SOUJIN FINISHED HER VALENTINES! ALL ONE-HUNDRED OF THEM! ^_______________^ Ahead of schedule, too! Now I shall make them for all the ladies at Curves, and also for--who can I--?--oh! ^____^ For the librarian at the library where I work. That will be perfect. I can't think of anybody else just at the moment, but I think that's good. Then I'll have some time to finish reading my library books. And write more letters, because I have beautiful new notecards and I'll have even a few stickers left over by the time I finish my last valentines.

Marie is so wonderful. We talked about nutrition, and she told me to start taking my multivitamin again, darn it, so I am; and she said I need to eat more fruit and protein, and I'm going to go on keeping my food diary and exercise log, but I'm not to count calories at all, so that's what I'll do. And she liked the valentine I made for her. ^___^

Mum's ill. ;_____; She has a nasty cold and headaches and feeling ill, so she's going to bed early to-night, but she still has to go to work to-morrow. Waen is feeding her lots of ginger, and I gave her a backrub. And Daddy made chicken soup for supper to-night, with our own corn from last year.

My tongue is healing. Thank goodness, yeek. My tongue is healing nicely, but my feet are still in bad shape, and it looks as though another of my toenails is growing back in again, so I may have to see Dr. Viktorrr again. Alas. I'm sure he'll not be pleased.

I've got ideas for two stories, one Hamlet and one original, right now, and I'm still working on everything on my list...! I've not forgotten, Karla. ^__^ But everything's going just a bit slowly right now. (I might be able to write some poetry, too, though, I think I've a bit of inspiration for it.)

I'm wearing my beautiful kitty-fur scarf to-night because I'm cold, and my favourite shirt, and I feel nice.

I think there are too many ^__^ faces in this post. Ah, well.