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Previous - this entry written on June 22, 2003 at 3:09 am - Next It's past 3:00 in the morning, the pain is back, and I'm starting to get all sappy again. Was cheering myself up slightly with music. Was, apparently, too loud. Was also reading some of this and finding it hilarious. Managed to hurt both side and jaw via laughing. I am now trying to decide whether food would be good, whether what few painkillers (a few ny-quil and I think some chewable asprin) we have in the room would be of any use, what to do about their presence/lack, whether I feel like reading out in the living room or kicking ryan over to one side of the bed and napping or gods know what else... ...why the fuck do I even stay UP at this hour? Oh. Yeah. Not enough meds to knock me out, too much pain to just fall asleep, and this incredible ability to wallow in a mix of frustration, guilt, confusion, hunger, anguish, and bad puns for hours at a time (as long as by 'a time' you mean roughly 3:00 in the morning). I'm going to go find something to eat, maybe. *shrug* Mostly, I'm going to go stretch my legs and try to convince myself the pain is going away.
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