...I Think I Took Too Much...
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Tired, very tired, and the sandwich I made tastes foul. Nothing tastes right today - the sandwich is just one thing among many - between that and the queasiness that has replaced food when it comes to filling my stomach of late, I'm not eating today, apparently.

Tried drinking juice, rather unsuccessfully. I'm going to attempt a frappucchino, for both caffeine and because sometimes a LITTLE bit of dairy will actually HELP my stomach settle.

I'm itching all over from heat prickles... debating taking a bath but almost afraid to, for some reason I seem to be completely unable to figue out. Oh, and I have hereby decided that no matter WHAT the advice nurse recommends, I am NEVER taking NyQuil LiquiGels ever again. Euch. I think they made things worse, not better.

The sandwich is staring at me accusingly.

On the bright side - is there a bright side? Oh, yeah. Outside. Sun. Heat. Ick. Ick ick ick. Screw that whole 'bright side' concept.

What I want right now is to curl up somewhere cool and quiet with a few good friends nearby talking and laughing, a cold drink, and maybe some penguins. Or at least some heavy-duty painkillers (I'm thinking morphine+ here, it feels like someone shoved a cannon between my legs and fired straight up through me into my sinuses - everything between nose and thighs aches non-stop, this is just ridiculous).

I've got "Just Like A Pill" still playing over and over in my head... at least I've downloaded it now so maybe I'll have some hope of getting it out of my head later. Not if my hair stays the way it is, though... it's being bizarrely heavy and thick today, it's like wearing some sort of cable-knit sweater instad of hair. *shudders* I'm tempted to go find some scissors and just chop it off. It'd at least be something to do, and hey, I'd be less overheated then, right? *hopeful*

Maybe I'll go down to Powell's.

Check the mail.

Read a book.

Take a long cool bath.

Go to the library.

Go to a park.

Pack a picnic lunch and see if I can hitchhike to the coast. *wry grin*

It's too hot to sleep, too hot to be awake, too hot to move, too hot to lie still. What I need is a perfectly temperature-controlled room full of books and a huge bed with an alcove that contains a mini-fridge, microwave, portable burner, sink, and a cupboard or six... plus a slave to fix snacks, bring drinks, and curl up nearby and read so I can hear someone else breathing.

Hot. I really don't deal well with this kind of heat. I wonder if there's anywhere I could go that would be cooler? Not likely, not in this weather... don't know anyone else with air conditioning. I think I'll try napping again. Maybe take up a couple coldpacks, put them in front of the fan. Something. Anything.

Gods... I'm roasting here...

...I'm lying here
on the floor
where you left me
I think I took too much...


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