As Sujit says, tonight is par for the course for me; I feel sick again. I’m really tired of this. I haven’t gotten a single thing done today because my eyes hurt, my head hurts, my back is tied up in knots, my arms are sore from nothing, and I’m just miserable. I can’t eat on a normal schedule, I’m not sleeping well, and yet I’m constantly hungry and tired. Forget being just tired of this, I’m angry at it. Why can I have a normal body, rather than a jumble of used parts?
I wanted to get to work today. I wanted to get to work yesterday. But it just wasn’t happening. I could even draw a stupid cartoony sports penant for some invitation my Mom wanted me to make. My brain is fried again, and just when I need it most for that proposal. Sigh. It seems Richard Branson will have to wait, even if just for a few more days when I’ll ultimately drive myself mad and force myself through the pain. Then I’ll create something crappy, which will only aggravate me more, and then I’ll have spent all that time spinning my wheels for nothing.
My, doesn’t *that* sound cheery! That’s what you get after a day of watching ‘Monarch of the Glen’ because everything else is either going over my head or is funny for no reason. Like Magnum PI. Okay, I’ll admit, his hair is pretty funny in unto itself, but still.
I want a back massage. It hurts to move because my back hurts from my waist to my neck. Argh!
Happy thoughts… happy thoughts… happy thoughts… Food. I’m going to go get some. That’s happy.