hermit.

my fucking stomach hurts. im really tired, more so than i should be considering i (kinda) slept last night and quite literally left my house once yesterday. spent the whole day hermited up in my room, generally avoiding face to face interactions with human beings. i tend to need that about once a week. like a reset button.

so this morning, after sleeping through my first class (again) i made plans for post-school coffee in an effort to force myself out of the house through sheer guilt motivated obligation. i had the spare time so i went and got coffee when i was waiting to get my prescription filled, by the time i was done i was debating the pros and cons of self-induced iced coffee barfing. maybe i drank it too fast. i dunno. anyway, i made it home and am now quite literally wedged into the corner of our couch, in the fetal position, with my laptop balancing on my hip. it's cozy. but not terribly conducive to doing anything. which is cool, because im fairly devoid of motivation period these days. my brain's all foggy and scattered, impatient. i cant sit still, but i totally lack the desire to move. there's a consistent urge to be carried everywhere. preferably via piggy back.

maybe i need a nap.

or an actual sleep schedule.

either way im wishing my eyes would stop feeling so heavy, and hoping a ride on sparkle bike will get me sorted.

fingerscrossed.