Sunday, November 24, 2002
Zzz...
I hate it when I fall asleep with my contacts on. Under the flickering blue light of the television, my lanky frame was strewn across the couch. The melancholy jazz of Cowboy Bebop stirred me from my slumber. For most of today, my stomach was doing high kicks to the rest of my internal organs, which makes me think I'm sick again... crap. I hate the physical symptoms and the fatigue of being sick. Oof, can't be late to church tomorrow... I'm singing for the "For the Beauty of the Earth" with choir... Shoot, I feel pissy and I haven't even had the pleasure of a drink... *stumbles upstairs to bedroom* |
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