I'm still here! I'm still here. I thought I might feel better this (Thurs) afternoon and leave for Saturna with Emily and Joe. But I didn't. They came and left and I was out of it, I couldn't really talk. I finally fell asleep around seven, tonight, and just woke up an hour ago and I feel much better. Sleeping is good. I couldn't sleep last night, which I think is why I was so fucked today. Yesterday. Thursday. But being awake now is weird, with nobody around to tell me what happened after I stopped noticing.
I'm reading the scriptbook for the second series (season) of The Office, because dialogue is about all I can handle at the moment, and it's so nice. It's so, so nice. Has everyone seen The Office? I've just read the episode that I somehow forgot about, watching them through with Marian, and wanted to kill myself, it's so great. I'm rambling now about how great The Office is. I love The Office.
I'm still sick! Keep it in mind. Every paragraph in this post will begin with "I'm", because having a cold (or whatever this is) makes me self-centered. It shrinks the world down so that everything remotely important is taking place in my nostrils.
I'm. Wagh. My head's stopping now. It's caught up with me. Why is everyone so nice? That's all. Back to bed. This will be idiotic to read over, later.
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Have you been into the NyQuil, Claire?
Sicky posts need the most attention.
Poornest little.
But if you feel better, like on Sunday or something, come watch Ghost in the Shell with me (see how callous I am?) because that would pwnzor and also roxor.
Nyyyerrrniee!
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