I can’t sleep. My head is pounding and I’m all over with the coldishness despite having been exhausted for most of the day. I couldn’t even be arsed with the pirate costume for LURPS tonight (which is a shame given I finally got the laces!)
I hate being ill. I used to be ill loads when I was a kid. I like walking up fucking mountains and getting on with things. I’m really, really stressed at the moment, the slightest thing is setting me off and I’m hyper-aware of everything I’m not doing… like not having a regular job, not having anyway of contributing to either of my boyfriend’s houses/lives, not getting on with the gardens or the tidying, both houses are an absolute tip and oh… I’m just so uber-aware of it all.
I wish my head would bloody stop.