damik's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And Fabio, at least I think it was Fabio... I don't know if I'm getting sick again, or I'm sick still. But I don't feel good again. My cat's sweet, and I've been babbling today. I have two days off because of UEA. I spent all of today sleeping. I got off work at 9:30am went home and promptly fell asleep untill five o'clock. And I would still be asleep if it wasn't for worring if Trevor would think I'm lazy. I keep getting dizzy. And I've had funny dreams. There was trains. If I was feeling up to it, I would have noted it in my dream journal, but, obviously I wasn't. So I was wondering how different the whole sexual intercourse thing would be if we were as bendy as cats. I have two contests I should enter for tomorrow, but I'm not ready for them, I have to pagenate and all that shit. I think I might just let thoes dedlines pass by and enter the four due on Keats birthday. Which will suck because then I'll always be able to wonder if I would have won thoes. Well I'm going to go now, I'll write again when I can be more cohearent. And I'll leave you all with this thought: I want icecream, but I can't because it will make me too phlemy. 8:36 p.m. - 10-14-02 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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