Dancing with myself

by Rhiannon

My life consists of 4 things recently:

- Moaning about how ill I feel
- Sleeping
- Glee
- Being totally unproductive

:(
Every day I hurt somewhere else, I’m such a hypochondriac. I think that if I actually did something for once I wouldn’t be so fixated on how shit I feel. The past couple of days have resulted in the glands in my throat swelling up and being excruciatingly painful to talk/swallow/breathe. Mhmm.. Lovely! My sleeping pattern is totally fucked up, trying to sort it but I fell asleep at ~9pm yesterday and woke up at 3am, now I’m on the computer trying to finish off my navigation essay, which is due in 5 hours. I love Glee. I shouldn’t, but it’s sweet.

Why do I get so paranoid? When I type a lot I have this feeling there are insects under my keyboard, so I take the keys off but theres never anything there. :<

P.S. I need a mousepad kthx.