I am sick. I hate being sick. I take after my dad. We get hit hard, go down like a sack of wet cement, then get better quickly. Except my body's run down this time, and I don't seem to be improving. Earlier today I couldn't even talk to my beloved boyfriend because my throat felt like I had daggers stuck in there. My throat improved by the time he left me to go home, and I was talking, but it feels like its on its way back to the previous state.

Vit bought me a ps2 of my own so I can actually play some of the games I own. I don't get anywhere near the family ps2, so this will work better. My much loved but recently not much played 360 will have a playmate. I have to build a shelf later to situate the video player and ps2. I have a spot next to my 360 but it's the only place in the shed (aka my room) that gets internet with the door down. Not giving that up. Shelf'll take me ten minutes tops.

Vit said "I love you" yesterday. It made me smile. Strange though since he said the other day that he didn't know if he'd be able to say that anytime soon.

I'm having nightmares lately. I can't control them, it seems. I can't escape them.