I had a late party last night. Lack of sleep plus drugs plus emotional problems led to me waking up in a cold sweat and dreadful depression. When I say drugs, I mean codeine. I woke up after only two hours sleep. Then I went back to sleep for another three hours. Woke up, checked mail, went back to bed. I kept sleeping today cause my guts wouldn't stop hurting.
I had a funny tummy from all the anxiety, so I went to the loo a lot. Which is better than not going to the loo for days. Which sometimes happens, despite eating a decent amount of fibre.
This is all supremely annoying because I have school and I don't have time to be terrificly sick. But I'm sick anyway. Fuck.
Maybe I shouldn't have enrolled for school. Maybe I should have waited till the latter half of the year or something? Who knows. All I know is school is a heartache cause I miss my friends and am bored with repeating work.
I had a wonderful dream. I dreamed I was hanging out with Elijah Wood, having a drink, talking about how much fun I had at the Big Day Out seeing Iggy. He was enthusiastic about that. Weird. I haven't dreamed about my favourite short guy in ages.
-N
