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Oct. 17th, 2004 07:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyMy 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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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*
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*
