Crazy for feeling so lonely.

[raybear]

This is me, trying to write.

This is me, pretending I don't already miss Lowenstein even though it's only been four hours since I waved goodbye to her sitting on the stoop.

This is me, trying to write.

This is me, unsuccessfully ridding myself of a sickness gathering in my tonsils but also not feeling sick enough to sleep or go to bed. I'm only slightly achey, slightly sleepy. But not strong enough to lift weights, or put away laundry, or have sex with myself, or sit at the computer and write for three hours or more that my story requires.

This is me, trying to write.


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I drove around in the evening, after mailing off the application, after running through a hailstorm, unable to complete most errands. The stores would either be closed or not have in stock exactly what I wanted. The good news is this saved me money. The bad news is now I'm shopping online.

More herbal supplements. More juice. Maybe I could go to bed after all, or at least hang out on the couch. Unfortunately, this activity will not help me get my schoolwork done.

The brightest spot of my evening was running into Jefftown at Transitions bookstore. I actually knew it was going to happen, in that psychic intuition way, though I was still pleased and excited to see him and make plans for finally hanging out. He gives good hugs and he smells good and a couple times since I've smelled him on my shirt.

Comments

[sleekgeek.livejournal.com]

writing's a lonely task at the best of times....getting sick and missing people really doesn't help. solidarity on that!

sending an array of herbal-ceuticals......