It's 8:30 in the morning. I'm up because I hurt too damn much to sleep. I'm frustrated because I know there's nothing that will actually be DONE about the pain; I get to just live with it. If it gets much worse I WILL be going to Urgent Care or an ER or SOMETHING, if only because it's already at the point where I spend 4-5 hours of waking time unable to move because it hurts. Not fun. Not happy. Not surprising either. *shrugs slightly* I'm having a hard time being optimistic today.

It doesn't help that I'm starting to get seriously lonely. I haven't talked to anyone online since the day before we left. I've left a phone message for 'Nre. Talked, briefly, to Puppy via said phone. Tried messaging 'Nre and Kadin online one of the few times I could get MSN Messenger to work... no answer. I... ehh. I want contact with people I know and can to some degree trust. I want to talk to people who know how weird I am and don't care. I want a lot of things.

I also apparently want to go throw up.

Email, people. It exists for a REASON.