sick, sick, sick

i'm sick.

the worst bit was trying to sleep last night. those dreams that incredibly meld into your perception of reality. i thought they were going to shoot me. no, these last couple days have been a terrible mess. and i'm really not sure anybody reads this at all. and though it wasn't supposed to matter, it does, b/c why not just write in a regular, more perminate journel. where spelling, grammer and subject do not matter. or really just save my bits of inspired writing for letters and e-mails and such...