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Yet another late-night entry. I need a desk chair. Trying to use the computer on the floor for long will leave my back feeling even worse, ditto laying down. BACK SUPPORT, dammit. My kingdom for back support.
Been seriously narcoleptic these last few days - I'll think I've laid down for a few minutes only to realize it's actually been several hours and apparently I've had partial conversations during said hours which I have no memory of. Oh, yes, I know part of what it is... two parts, actually. Lorazipam at a higher dosage than usual, and fractioning. Most of me is... on standby. Waiting. Wish I knew what the trigger was to get myself back into full functionality. I can make guesses but most of 'em aren't practical, aren't possible, or really aren't worth the trouble.
Just at the moment I REALLY wish Torian were here. *sightwitch* It'd be someone who would notice the shifts, help me figure out when/why they are happening. Cate has work and doesn't like having to deal with this particular sort of mess in my head, Radu isn't here and won't be for a while at this rate, Scotticus never did call, and Angel's in another town with her own inner turmoil.
Ehh. It comes and it goes. I'll be fine.
Wonder how long it'll take the latest gash to heal over?
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