robotlola

It's past 3am and I can't sleep. I woke up to have a cough attack, having to use my new inhaler. That thing scares me. It makes me feel even moreso that I can't breathe, which I can't. That's scary. I came downstairs to grab some water and a puff, sat down at the comp and started clicking around. I hate how seeing old pictures that have nothing to do with anything are able to provoke emotion, even at it's mildest. I have a day of relaxing and recovering tomorrow on my official day off. Rest usually does me good, only not at the actuall supposed time of schedule rest i.e. when it's dark and the moon is out.

I want a dog.