Just A Tired Jax
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Once again I'm staring at this blank text box, trying to decide what to put in here.
I'm sober - cold stone sober, yes, no drugs, no alcohol, not even any hormonal fluctuations that I'm aware of, and I feel like... well, not anything pleasant. My side hurts, my back hurts, my throat hurts, and frankly, breathing still isn't all that easy. Go away, stupid cold!
The marks on my back are for the most part finally healing... there's a few that still make moving into an interesting experience at the oddest of moments, but overall they're going away now, calming somewhat.
Honestly, right now pain is the least of my interests. Bah. I just want to curl up somewhere comfortable with a nice grape popsicle, music videos on the tube, nothing to do, and no one watching me.
I'm going through one of those I-feel-like-I'm-under-a-microscope phases again, and I haven't the slightest idea why.
I should go find something to eat. I've had rice-and-beef-and-gravy, and a bit of stew, but salad is sounding oddly good. Nice and fresh and crisp. *shrugs* My stomach is being odd, but at least it's letting me eat normal food again.
I'm really at a loss for things to write here. I've poured out a lot. I've said a lot. Right now... I'm kind of at a null-point, nothing new, nothing to say. Give me a few days, I think I'm still recovering from OryCon/Thanksgiving, really. *stretches, yawning* I feel like I could sleep for a thousand years...
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