Morning sickness
Saturday, Jan. 26, 2002 10:45

Last night when I went to bed I felt remarkably good, besides being pissed about having to live with a roommate that comes home at 2 am with her drunken friends. oh well, at least I wasn't asleep this time though.

Floyd's letter to me ended up being amazing. Then I talked to her online for quite a while. In addition, I also did laundry, and had Beck over for a movie. It was a good day yesterday. My life is starting to make sense again, it really is, I think.

...sudden urge to call Katie...

Okay! Talked to Katie for a little while.

Our conversation was about Floyd, mostly. I've found that with some of my friends it is almost like a competition. Who can get the most meaningful interaction with her? Or maybe that's all in my head. Yeeeah. I don't know, really. I've been composing a letter in my head, sort of, for the past day. I remember a long time ago, I vowed to write her a letter that would make her cry. But, I guess I don't really think I am capable of that. Plus, there are lines that I'm afraid of crossing. Practically, it seems like I should stick with light, enjoyable, joking....stuff like that. But.....aw damn, I'm thinking about this waaay too much. It is generally best to sit down and write what comes out.

BUT, now I shall get to the point of this entry. Despite all of this yesterday stuff, I STILL woke up with a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and a great deal of anxiety. What's WRONG with me???? I just don't know...

I'm looking to the right, and on the wall there are pictures of the people I love the most. My family, and closest friends. There are pictures of camp, and of my grandmother's house. Those are two of the most wonderful places on earth. It makes me miss them all.

So, today there will be lunch, and perhaps a viewing of Natural Born Killers. Other than that, it is definitely letter-writing day. Perhaps I will read too.

We shall see.