it’s nearly two..

Strange how wordy I can get when I sit down to start writing for NaNoWriMo, but I’ve been fairly slack on the journal front.

I could have kept writing, but it was crap, and I know it. I’m getting into the flow, remembering how to tell a story, and that makes me realize that I’ll probably go back and trash all the crap I wrote tonight before I’m finished.

I thought I was over my cold, too. Slept through most of Saturday, but by Saturday night felt almost human. Even managed to hook up with Jason again and watch a movie. Sunday morning fell to shit, though. Weird dreams, led to paranoia, let to… *sigh*… further proof of my insanity. I wrote a lot last night, too, but it wasn’t for public viewing. It was, in fact, two rather long and honest diatribes analyzing my insanity. The first one from anger. The second, from understanding. It kept me up until 4am, head pounding, until finally three Tylenol and the late hour did me in.

Called in to work on Monday. Tags were out. Needed to take care of that, but mostly, just needed more time. Slept through most of Monday, too, it seems.

Seems like sleep isn’t the answer to this cold. Shortly after dinner it came back with a vengeance. My throat is raw and sore. When I lie down, I am overcome with coughing. I was so ready to sleep, but had to drag myself downstairs for something to calm these symptoms.

Thera-flu nighttime. Tastes like hell, but already I’m feeling it’s numbing effect.

Time to try out that pillow again, and to try not to dream.