Everything, right now. Whatever I touch. Whatever I look at. Whatever it is that I'm feeling - I'm not quite sure what that is - it's all surreal. Not quite real. Beyond real. Either way. I look up at the walls, the door, the window (gods, no, windows BAD, look away, Jax), and all I can think is 'when do they start melting, when do the zombies come and kill me, when do the men in white coats take me away?'... which I'm fairly sure is not a healthy state of mind to be in.

Err... a bit of background: needle in arm. Woozy, sick. Cold medication, antihistamines. Watching "Resident Evil" with the lights out 'cause Eamon insisted. Now?

One deathly panicked, sick to her stomach, hallucinating, paranoid, trembling, and very-not-well Jax. This is not my day.

On the other hand, Kadin's already got his tickets to fly down here for OryCon - I'm gonna repay him some/all of it, as I can, so he doesn't starve to death or anything. But that's two.

He gets here the Monday before OryCon and leaves the Monday after... Friday, Saturday, and I think Sunday I've places for him, first at 'Con, then here for a night. BUT. Monday-Thursday night. Four nights. I'm gonna end up blowing easily $160 on hotel costs alone... add in transportation and meals? *shivers* Gotta save. Gotta plan.

This WILL work, dammit.

Noises out in the other room... I can't tell if I'm actually hearing them, or imagining them.

I'm gonna take a double-dose of cold medication, some sleepy stuff, and try to go upstairs to bed. Yes, I'll be sleeping with the lights on tonight.

Jax, resident Bitch-In-Charge (at least sometimes) gets nightmares from cheezy horror movies. *sheepish* Have all my life. It's really very pathetic. Ok. Sleep. I can manage this.

...really...

...what was that noise?