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[nny]

My glands are swollen again. It's entirely possible that this is due to no sleep. I should sleep. It's good for me, or so I've heard. I don't know if I believe it. It might be propaghanda. Dreams are good... however, experiments in valerian root stuff have indicated that it does NOTHING for me. I slept two hours yesterday. One and a half? Two? I can't remember. Not many. I hurt, quite considerably. And yet. And yet and yet and yet.

You know that feeling? Where you're on a rollercoaster. You're past the bit with the slowly clanking chain, dragging you upwards, the heavy feeling, the part where you're making jokes with the person next to you and swearing loudly and deciding that yes, you are going to die. The next bit. Specifically, I think, when you're in the first carriage, and you can see what's coming as you start to ease forward and your heart is in your mouth and you're biting your lip to keep it inside you and the feeling in your stomach makes you grin involuntarily even though you're terrified...

That's how I'm feeling.

And I'll write something soon, I promise. I owe drabbles to indy_go and copinggoggles and vimeslady, I have not forgotten. This journal has not disappeared entirely into the land of irrelevant happy. It's just on holiday there for a bit. *g*

Comments

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, there's no such thing as irrelevant happy. :D

*hands you a bottle of iron supplements*

[sophistry]

I dunno. I'd describe it more like how I imagine it'd feel the second before you jump out of a plane. Just as you're standing on the edge of the cargo-hold door. All of what you've described, only the altitude and the wind are taking your breath away, and you've the warm solidness of the instructor at your back, and you know they'll be with you the whole way down.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

And you have prompted entirely too many stupid-ass grins, today. *adds this one to list*

And you're right. I'm not going anywhere.

[vimeslady.livejournal.com]

As much as I value drabbles from you, I would much rather you got some sleep. Living on two hours of sleep a night really is not good for you in the long run. Or in the short run for that matter. Although I think I could really use some of that about-to-ease-forward-on-the-roller-coaster feeling right now.