we're headed nowhere.
sick as a dog;
I've never really understood the "public online journal
phenomenon." Aren't journals meant to be private? I do
enjoy reading through other people's online journals,
though I do wonder sometimes whether they're being
completly honest in their entries, as having an audience
generally prohibits complete free speech.
Right now, for example; I'm not writing as I would in a
private journal which I did not expect anyone to be
looking at; I'm writing with the knowledge in my head that
someone's going to be reading this.
It's kind of morbid, actually; but then, i'm out of my
head with the flu.
Today when I woke up everything was metallic, & there was
metal on the back of my tongue. When I swallow, it feels
like I'm swallowing razor blades; but I'm not content to
stay in bed anymore, & not, seemingly, well enough to do
much else, except maybe sit infront of the computer &
bitch about it, like I'm doing now.
Stuff I would like to have right now---