It's nearly Armand/Joseph's birthday. He's old now. Really he is. Possibly his birthday is already past.

I got a new hat over the weekend, it's purple and quite stylish.

I also got chocolates.

I am consoling myself with meaningless things while I wait to be awake enough and pain-free enough to do the things that NEED to be done:

Mail letters to Nick.

Go in-person to the OHP offices.

Eat solid food without throwing up.

Talk Arrasto out of leaving Online-ness.

Track down Daris without using the phone - Deb has made it clear that she doesn't want to see ANY more long-distance calls on the bill, ever again.

Call my mother.

Get downtown, dressed and hair combed and presentable, by 8:00.

I'm tired still. My stomach is churning. In short, I feel... well, like I always feel. You'd think I would get used to this.

I have things I need to do. Things that matter. Things that are important.

Somewhere in the last few months, I lost the strength to care.