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litheraI don't feel so hot, really.
It isn't that I feel truly bad, it is more that general sense of down and opressive bleh that I get when my allergies are in high swing. My medicine means I can breathe but I still feel generally cruddy. This stuff makes me a little depressed or... something.
While there are things I could go and do and some of them even sound fun, I don't know if I really want to do any of them. This generally constantly threatening headache is lame.
Tomorrow, at least, there will be people here. And that will be good. I like people. It was good to see people last night.
I think tonight might well be an early night. My appologies to those who wanted to see me.
It isn't that I feel truly bad, it is more that general sense of down and opressive bleh that I get when my allergies are in high swing. My medicine means I can breathe but I still feel generally cruddy. This stuff makes me a little depressed or... something.
While there are things I could go and do and some of them even sound fun, I don't know if I really want to do any of them. This generally constantly threatening headache is lame.
Tomorrow, at least, there will be people here. And that will be good. I like people. It was good to see people last night.
I think tonight might well be an early night. My appologies to those who wanted to see me.
