So, I took some tylonol PM and managed to get a few hours of sleep--it's weird. I feel as if I don't really need sleep as long as I have someone to talk to...in some form. Blah, as if human connection is more vital than rest--sure...I spoke to a boy I loved during the Summer of 2006 and he said that he feel in love with me in November 2007 and I think that his timing is a tad off. Apparently he fell in love with me when Arielle broke up with me and tore my heart to shreds and I asked him online to call me because I needed to talk it through with someone. He did and he says that my ability to open up made him see that he loved me. As if the day that I said "I love you" wasn't opening up enough--they have to see you crying in order to see something remarkable. Blah. I will never understand what makes people tick.
I am feeling a bit better, though like Murphy's Law states...what can go wrong will and my uterus has followed suite with my head, heart, and throat...hmmm--oh well, this has to be the pinnacle of physical disorder, right? Though I would argue that my period coming right now is a sign that my body is attempting to "right" itself. It's humbling really.
I brushed out my "white girl dreads" that were forming, which should make certain people happy but beware: they shall return. My septum is incredibly sore, I realized that last time I kissed someone. Everytime they would brush my nose my body would scream out in bright red pain and I would forget that I was kissing someone in lieu of remembering that my nose was unhappy. Oh well, "no kissing" until I am healed--I think that I can handle that.
I'm going to take a shower now and help my sister make soup or just return to bed and read more--only time will tell.
