It is 1:13am as I begin typing this.
Why, you may ask, am I awake, at 1:13am? It was out of my control...but I think I should start with last night's story...and move onto this.
To put it bluntly, I am ridiculously sick. It isn't fun at all getting all feverish and then vomiting. But the thing is...this whole sickness deal...timed itself out pretty crappily as I need to finish my 1500 Extension English Essay for tomorrow (well, today now). At about 10:30 I couldn't take it anymore, and went to bed. I wasn't even halfway through the assignment...but still, I planned to wake up early to finish it once I was rested and could think clearly.
No, I didn't plan to get up *this* early, but all night I've been plagued by dreams...where it's simply me TYPING OUT MY ASSIGNMENT. If only my dreams could be transferred into the computer...
But nonetheless, I woke up a few minutes ago with the urgent desire to use my up-chuck reflex...and therefore, thinking that wasting all my ideas in a dream, would be pointless...
... I'm finishing this now.
2 comments:
How do you find the right words when you're helplessly afraid?
It's such folly is anyone would to believe that by 'knowing' you more, you become an unavoidable template for a pattern.. that's such utter crap. I feel the more I know you, the more I realise you are unpredictable and cannot be known.
I'm afraid, because I'm afraid of using the wrong words, of using any words at all - what if I'm only meant to be a listener? I don't know.
So I'll keep it to this; you and I are not so different as I thought.
- A -
P.s. I'm questioning my semi-colon use.. I can't remember what the rule was.. does it matter? I don't know if anyone else remembers..? bleh
Ah, the up-chuck reflex! they don't teach you that one in science...
I hope you're feeling better dear, and i hope your assessment got done and handed on and you were able to get some sleep eventually...that isn't plagued by essay dreams.
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