Right, so I'm feeling five kinds of under the weather with no will to work, even though I have over 100 pictures sitting on my machine waiting to get edited, and I'm being a girl about it. Sighing, breathing deep, convincing my system not to fall sick on me even though there's a slight weariness, a stain of heaviness shading my eyes and hovering like a wraith all over my body. There's a scant discomfort and I'm almost at the point where my eyes might soon begin to water because my nose has stopped putting on airs about being fine, and resolutely come out of the itch closet.
The haunting gets real and by the gods, if I fall sick I'm going to be pretty upset about it.
Sucking on lemon and doing absolutely nothing because staring at the screen is another added strain on my eyes which I'd like to avoid and that brings us to what I'm doing today, which is standing in the balcony, soaking up some sun and just mindlessly looking about, though, this small activity did make me fall into an uncomfortable pit of unstoppable sneezes, but the insides of my house look like a bit of a dungeon and I don't feel particularly goth to be able to apprecaite that kind of catastrophic comeliness, at least not today.
I need light, I need bright, I need heat to bedazzle my sight.
The haunting gets real and by the gods, if I fall sick I'm going to be pretty upset about it.
Sucking on lemon and doing absolutely nothing because staring at the screen is another added strain on my eyes which I'd like to avoid and that brings us to what I'm doing today, which is standing in the balcony, soaking up some sun and just mindlessly looking about, though, this small activity did make me fall into an uncomfortable pit of unstoppable sneezes, but the insides of my house look like a bit of a dungeon and I don't feel particularly goth to be able to apprecaite that kind of catastrophic comeliness, at least not today.
I need light, I need bright, I need heat to bedazzle my sight.
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