Sep 5, 2007 11:05 AM
Subject: stomach
Watson and I are sick. He vomited on my bed, I vomited in the bathroom, then he came in to join me for a long rest against the side of the bath. Sneeze! He jumps
I shouldn't've jumped into a cold pool last evening and swam for fifteen minutes, utterly convinced that my body would adjust...
And I should've listened about showering when I came inside...
And I should simply sleep once in a while, opposed to estivating (which is like hibernating, but rather, lizards, amongst other unspeakables, do it during summer, not winter).
sneeze
Sep 6, 2007 3:32 PM
Last night was the worst sleep, or complete absence of, I've ever had. I had a ferocious ache deep in my legs and was too exhausted to move them. The top half of my skull throbbed and every inch of me was unmistakably sore. I had a menthol and eucalyptus emitter beside my bed but couldn't tell the difference because my nasal passage was hording every newspaper in history, the equivalent. I tried to read but the focus made me dizzy, I tried to sleep but my body was too vexatious, I tried to use my laptop but the heat smothered me, I tried to watch television but was irritated by the thought of anything and the film I would like to watch I have only a VHS copy, too exhausted to take the trip to the living room. I have a playstationII in my room set to watch dvds and the seldom video game. At midnight, I began the hours of lying in my dark room, pretending and desperately trying to sleep. I embraced 6am as the time to celebrate not trying to sleep by sitting on the side of my bed. I heard mum walking about in her bedroom and called out for her. Watson came in first. Mum readied a bath for me, I stayed in for five minutes, and sat on my bed to watch the news, then Arthur. Watson seemed happier since I had unplugged my sinus clearing device and decided to stay in the room with me. I drank crystal light and willed my legs to feel better, then after I cried about Luciano Pavarotti's death and watched an episode of Charmed, I passed out for 2.5 hours, tissue box, Watson, and Mutsy by my side.
Now, to complete my cycle of being utterly pathetic, my mucous is no longer watery, but yellow.
Subject: stomach
Watson and I are sick. He vomited on my bed, I vomited in the bathroom, then he came in to join me for a long rest against the side of the bath. Sneeze! He jumps
I shouldn't've jumped into a cold pool last evening and swam for fifteen minutes, utterly convinced that my body would adjust...
And I should've listened about showering when I came inside...
And I should simply sleep once in a while, opposed to estivating (which is like hibernating, but rather, lizards, amongst other unspeakables, do it during summer, not winter).
sneeze
Sep 6, 2007 3:32 PM
Last night was the worst sleep, or complete absence of, I've ever had. I had a ferocious ache deep in my legs and was too exhausted to move them. The top half of my skull throbbed and every inch of me was unmistakably sore. I had a menthol and eucalyptus emitter beside my bed but couldn't tell the difference because my nasal passage was hording every newspaper in history, the equivalent. I tried to read but the focus made me dizzy, I tried to sleep but my body was too vexatious, I tried to use my laptop but the heat smothered me, I tried to watch television but was irritated by the thought of anything and the film I would like to watch I have only a VHS copy, too exhausted to take the trip to the living room. I have a playstationII in my room set to watch dvds and the seldom video game. At midnight, I began the hours of lying in my dark room, pretending and desperately trying to sleep. I embraced 6am as the time to celebrate not trying to sleep by sitting on the side of my bed. I heard mum walking about in her bedroom and called out for her. Watson came in first. Mum readied a bath for me, I stayed in for five minutes, and sat on my bed to watch the news, then Arthur. Watson seemed happier since I had unplugged my sinus clearing device and decided to stay in the room with me. I drank crystal light and willed my legs to feel better, then after I cried about Luciano Pavarotti's death and watched an episode of Charmed, I passed out for 2.5 hours, tissue box, Watson, and Mutsy by my side.
Now, to complete my cycle of being utterly pathetic, my mucous is no longer watery, but yellow.
