I love orange juice. I can't stop wanting it this morning.
And no, I don't have time for the Sin Osanap source book this morning. Three--count 'em, three--seperate things came up demanding my attention.
I long for a day of nothing and no-one . . .
Things would be much smoother if I wasn't sick as I'm beginning to suspect I am.
Whatever illness it is, it's new to me. It means basically a constant headache, a semi-constant queasy stomach, and general achy limbs. I wish it would go away. I wanna get back to a state where I can easily stay up all night working on things.