I woke up just in time to realize he had gone. Only to the bathroom, but... meh. Waking up to an empty bed beside me was oddly painful.

Currently, my body is on Full Bore Revolt - I rather think that I'm not one of those people who can use Epil-stop in a non-ventilated room and survive, this has all the earmarks of a nasty reaction buildup. Fortunately, I've lots of antihistamines and don't have to GO anywhere until vampire game this evening. *blinks* I'm trying VERY hard to convince myself that I don't want to stay home and hide, but it's still pretty damn difficult this morning. Gods, my head hurts.

I intent to try to talk to me... assuming I can actually find more than five minute where he's willing to talk, or can possibly convince him that this is actually important. Yeah, cynical, several months of NOT being able to talk about anything important has gotten me here.

I really don't have much else to say this morning other than OWfuckdammitmyheadhurts!