The Return of Ouchy McOuchypants.

[logansrogue]

It's 7am and I've been up for three hours. The pain really is terrible. I've been reading the internet and having my arse served to me on fandom_wank cause I remembered wrongly something JKR said once. (I said that she didn't think her novels were fantasy.) It was kindly served, not bitchily served, so it was all good.

I'm very high on codeine and still in lots of pain. I think Mum ate up my other bag of rice crackers. We're both fiends for them.

I've been feeling depressed a lot, hating my life. I don't know what I want anymore. I don't know if I want to go back to music school. I don't want to go back to work, but that might be the sickness talking. I sure liked work when I was healthy.

I just feel like my life has been turned on its head and I don't know what I want anymore. Perhaps it's cause I'm falling into a depression. I just wonder what the point of trying anything is when I keep running into things that stop me - mainly me getting sick.

I have a mole on my stomach that is hurting. I'm going to go to the doctor to talk about getting it seen to. Which is great - more scars on my belly. Joy!

The only thing keeping me centred is my comic. I keep working on that, keep telling myself that I'm useful and that I am indeed doing something with this life God gave me.

I want to read through the great huge LotR fic I started but I don't have any appropriate music on my lappie to listen to while reading it. It won't work, listening to Omar Faruk Tekbilek while reading about Frodo being sad.

God, my guts are killing me. Whelp - I'm off to distract myself from sickness and my own wallowing self-pity! Chuckers, darlings!