Day 2 of hangover and I'm feeling somewhat better. 
I've been able to eat again, just in small amounts with a bucket right here just incase. I don't know how I was able to actually function on the computer yesterday. It took me so long to respond to everyone and write that damn entry because I could not type for shit. So I'd proofread once, looks good. Right before I'd hit 'submit' I'd find another spelling error, reread and realize I'm missing complete words.. Did I make sense to any of you? 
I don't know how I did it. I have trouble typing correctly, even now.
I went to bed early last night at 11:30, I'm so proud of myself.
Waking up to the loud beep, beep beeping of my damn alarm was a major piss off. Damn you, morning depression. 
And oh, god, the shower was freezing. I think I stood under the warm water for atleast twenty minutes, then stood wrapped in my towel for another fifteen, violently shivering, while everyone else went about their business. Somehow I managed to put clothes on. 
Yea, clothes, who wears clothes? 
Anyway, I'm in a long-underwear shirt that is keeping me warm. So warm, infact, I might have to go curl up and take a nap later. 
I'd like to run to Blockbuster and rent Titus Andronicus. I saw it once a few years ago, and ever since, I've been dying to see it again. I can't remember why exactly, but I know for that Halloween, I unsuccessfully tried to be Tamora. Oh that's right, I didn't have the costume, nor the boobs nor the good looks back then. I think I could try to do it again sometime. 
I'd really just like to see the movie again. And read the book, too.
I bit my lips open at one point, I don't know when. They look really dry, but it also looks like I chewed the fuck out of my bottom one. I'm going to devour myself for dinner one day, if I keep biting myself. First, I'll accidentally take a chunk out of my arm, then next, I'll already be digesting my hand. Someone will have to chop the pretty face up so I can eat that, too, I'll be missing most of my limbs and therefore unable to do it myself. Whoever does will be left five dollars in my imaginary will.
Speaking of imagination, I think the entirety of my day will be spent sleeping and dreaming dreams, and upon waking from those dreams, reading a book, until I slip back into dreaming. My pillows, I'll pretend, are holding me tightly so I don't accidentally get swept away into the water, where I always drown because I get tired of trying to keep my head above the surface. But I guess that's not far from truth.
A certain someone returns from home for school soon, and I'm contemplating whether or not I'm happy about this..
I ate two donuts and I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack. I haven't had sugar in this abundance in months because last time I did, I almost had a heart attack, too. Sugar puts me to sleep. So it is, indeed, nap time. I'd also like a fruit salad. Decisions, decisions.. 
My bed. 4 blankets (1 heated) because I lack efficient body heat.
I've been able to eat again, just in small amounts with a bucket right here just incase. I don't know how I was able to actually function on the computer yesterday. It took me so long to respond to everyone and write that damn entry because I could not type for shit. So I'd proofread once, looks good. Right before I'd hit 'submit' I'd find another spelling error, reread and realize I'm missing complete words.. Did I make sense to any of you? I don't know how I did it. I have trouble typing correctly, even now.
I went to bed early last night at 11:30, I'm so proud of myself.
Waking up to the loud beep, beep beeping of my damn alarm was a major piss off. Damn you, morning depression. And oh, god, the shower was freezing. I think I stood under the warm water for atleast twenty minutes, then stood wrapped in my towel for another fifteen, violently shivering, while everyone else went about their business. Somehow I managed to put clothes on. Yea, clothes, who wears clothes? Anyway, I'm in a long-underwear shirt that is keeping me warm. So warm, infact, I might have to go curl up and take a nap later.
I'd like to run to Blockbuster and rent Titus Andronicus. I saw it once a few years ago, and ever since, I've been dying to see it again. I can't remember why exactly, but I know for that Halloween, I unsuccessfully tried to be Tamora. Oh that's right, I didn't have the costume, nor the boobs nor the good looks back then.
I think I could try to do it again sometime. I'd really just like to see the movie again. And read the book, too.
I bit my lips open at one point, I don't know when. They look really dry, but it also looks like I chewed the fuck out of my bottom one. I'm going to devour myself for dinner one day, if I keep biting myself. First, I'll accidentally take a chunk out of my arm, then next, I'll already be digesting my hand. Someone will have to chop the pretty face up so I can eat that, too, I'll be missing most of my limbs and therefore unable to do it myself. Whoever does will be left five dollars in my imaginary will.
Speaking of imagination, I think the entirety of my day will be spent sleeping and dreaming dreams, and upon waking from those dreams, reading a book, until I slip back into dreaming. My pillows, I'll pretend, are holding me tightly so I don't accidentally get swept away into the water, where I always drown because I get tired of trying to keep my head above the surface. But I guess that's not far from truth.
A certain someone returns from home for school soon, and I'm contemplating whether or not I'm happy about this..
I ate two donuts and I feel like I'm going to have a heart attack. I haven't had sugar in this abundance in months because last time I did, I almost had a heart attack, too.
Sugar puts me to sleep. So it is, indeed, nap time. I'd also like a fruit salad. Decisions, decisions..
My bed.
4 blankets (1 heated) because I lack efficient body heat.
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Now I can't usually dream because of the Sleep Apnea never letting me get enough good sleep.
Honestly, i'm not real sure which is worse anymore.
-Josh