sick

I did absolutely nothing I said I was going to do today. I didn't clean, I didn't buy sheets or window coverings. Instead, I sat around and watched TV. There were Firefly and CSI marathons on.

God, I should get out of my pajamas. I've been in them since Friday. It's disgusting.

Talk, talk, talk, talk. Sometimes I hate words; I'm a writer, and I know how useless they can be. Sometimes I need action. Action accomplishes things. Sometimes you just have to take hold of the girl and kiss her.

I feel like crap. Maybe I should take a shower.

Also, I want to run away.