Stagnant.

Well, I'm sick. Sort of. My throat is like a desert, and burns when I try to swallow. Yay pills! >:\ I'm eating slippery elm tablets, taking Vitamin C, and praying. I don't need to be sick right now.

I didn't accomplish much yesterday. Made some cookies. Washed the dishes. Updated my Ezboard graphics. Wow. I know I have stuff to do...but I'm playing the endless waiting game with money in the mail. Today I'm making still more cookies. Go me. It's either that or sit in bed and cry all day. So I'll bake. Hooray for mindless busy work.

Jason thinks my moods have been more even since I started taking the glucophage. Yeah, ok. Whatever. I feel like a yo-yo. Only even the high points are crappy, and when I hit the bottom you'd better not be around. I am ALWAYS in a bad mood now. Always. I feel like I'm wasting my life. Or maybe that it was wasted to begin with. Someone else surely could have made a better go of it than me.

I feel like standing water.
I feel blind.
I feel...I feel nothing.

-m.

Naughty.

I need someone to strap me down, tie me in tight, and give me a damn good flogging. Is that so wrong?

-m.