changeling | Sick.

Had so many plans. Continue the 100 word challenge. Do some cleaning. Hell, even do some reading.

Can't.

Sick.

Last night, too much of a headache to do anything but lie in bed in silence with my eyes closed being bored.

Felt bit better today, but due to being sick it was all a bit strange. It felt like a whole week of lying around in bed. My girlfriend also put up with my booting her out of bed at nine-thirty or so, and asking her to clean the room, because the two of us lying in bed in my room in our pyjamas just made me feel like the endless depressive at-home days during the first couple of years out of high school, instead of recuperation. (Steph wants it known that she wasn't just lying in bed, but also she was having a bit of a grumpy-bum day but she was REEDING.)

P.S. Don't read Jasper Fforde's The Eyre Affair and then sleep. You end up having strange dreams about Acheron Hades that are quite unnerving. Steph is also bitching about the fact that I was trying to drink from a water bottle this morning while she was sleeping and this affected her dreams, but I say that it's nothing compared hallucinating a fictional psychopath standing over you with his looney henchmen and talking about having GOT YOU NOW. Steph also wants it known that she didn't know this and she wouldn't have bitched about the water bottle if she'd known. I say she needs to take the rebuttal over to her own journal.