It's nearly 2:00 in the morning... and finally, I'm going to get a good night's sleep, I think. Why?

Because I know that tomorrow I'm going to get something I have been wanting very badly, that I didn't think I would get, that I was too shy to ask for and too deranged not to want... *smiles softly* ...little things DO matter... because to the person who experiences them, they seem bigger than the entire universe, somehow. They matter.

And now, right this second, I feel as if ~I~ matter. Which is a very cool feeling.

Unlike the nausia... jelly beans and pickles. My stomach wanted them when I was eating them... but now that they are down there, it's changed its mind. Stupid tummy. *poutpoutpout*

I need more fruit juice - we are out again - and you know what? I haven't thrown up in several days, I think! I could be wrong, courtesy of oxycodone I haven't been able to keep track of days in quite a while, but I am reasonably sure of this. Yay!

Dai and Spike are online. *grin* I should go to bed, before my happy-mood finds some reason to do an about face, but really, I don't get to talk to either of them often enough. Dai 'cos he's off in Oxford having a life, and Spike 'cos even when he's online, he's distracted and busy.

But at the moment, they are both here and online, and I'll be damned if I leave... at least, until the latest dose of meds kick in, at which point I'll have to leave, because these things Knock Me Out. Oxycodone is terrifying stuff.

Happy Jax.

Worried about a few things too, yes. Missing quite a few people, yes. But as happy a Jax as I am capable of being when alone and sick-ish. *grinpoing* Which is a surprisingly happy Jax indeed.

I blame it on Spike, and hair-pulling.