Current mood:

sick

You must think me wretched
I haven't been speaking to my darlings, have I? Oh gentle woe. I keep losing phone numbers and have no luck memorizing them. I can still be reached at home phone number. I'm sorry for everyone's ill-happenings, and glad for the good. Um, is that all the necessary?

There seems to be a raging illness around, eh? Haven't been to school since Thursday and doubt I'll go tomorrow, today? What day is it? My goodness. Trying to down cough syrup without gagging is like trying to kick a cat without getting scratched. Or...something. I'm spinning, I can't be bothered trying to think up good analogies. That crap tastes like the vomit that it's trying to produce. But I keep going on these weird digressions, like providing too much information when a person asks me my gender, but it's also quite poetic because my writing can be at its best when I'm not in my right mind, except that sometimes it's not. I might be dead, and I wouldn't even know it.

Hope that all is well.