12 October, 2005
My laptop makes little clicky noises and they sound like the noises I imagine all the little red bumps all over me are making.
I have the plague- atleast that's how it feels- no I'm making it all up- I don't feel like I have the plague- I feel crap but not too bad- its almost enjoyable- self enforced solitude- that again is a lie- I'd love to be out looking for a job and being productive memeber of society blah blah but until I find out what's wrong with me I have to keep myself secluded.
No babies or old people or pregnant ladies. Why are they called ladies? The pregnant ones that is? Always Pregnant Women or Pregnant Ladies.
What else would you call them Alex? I don't know. Shut up.
So I'm all in a tizz because my life is in a tizz. Tizz?
Whirl then. Its in a whirl. I'm not cut out for so many things.
I should take advantage of...
today I lay in bed and said, "What a waste!" I meant me, my brain, my abilities, my heart. I'm not wasting my heart- but I've got a big heart and I could be doing so much more with it.
I'll get the hang of it someday I promise.