It's 3:00 in the morning and I can't sleep. I think someone turned me into a vampire without my consent. All I want to do today is write, it's quite addicting. Being cooped up sick in my house makes my overactive brain even more so than it normally is and I try to believe that someday I will once again see sunlight. I am hungry. For knowledge, for blood, for acceptance, for unagi, for solace, for what I am uncertain. But I do believe that tommorow I will feel better because I have tea and "get better bears". I want to drive this cold into the ground and dammit, that's what I'm gonna do. Everyone have fun this weekend for me since I will be unable to leave the couch. Looks like it's gonna be a date for me & bruce campbell tonight. Damn this insomnia! Crackers! I love barbecue beef! Take care lovers and keep lovin!

xoxoxo,
Lucille