Creak

Hey, all. I guess. Does anyone still read these? Probably not.
I just wanted to write some stuff down. Then throw it into the net. Because it makes me feel better imagining someone reading it and maybe even enjoying it a bit. I dunno.
Anyway, I'm sick. Forth or fifth time this year. Usually it's just a small cold that clears up in a few days, but not this one. I've been sleeping too much. I had to take a day off work. I can't really speak or hear because my sinus issues are affecting my ears. And my eyes are constantly gumming up, so I can't see very well either.
I have my Anthropology final on Friday, so I'm worried about that.
Alena was getting stir-crazy, so she and mom left the house maybe four hours ago. Or something. As I'm sure you know, my brain is spectacularly good at being paranoid and I keep seeing and hearing things that aren't there with my debilitated senses.
I feel lonely but I don't want to go online because I don't know if I can keep myself from saying rash things to whoever's on. Like exposing my deepest secrets and insecurities to someone online who I don't know very well. I'm in a weird mood! It could happen.

Usually when I'm in this situation, I sing. It makes the house less quiet and it gives me something to do, reminds me that I'm alive and that I have a place in the world.

I can't make noise above a croak and even that hurts.

So yeah. I'm kinda bored and scared and sad. Not really sure what to do about it, though.
Maybe I'll post more crappy poems later. That'll class this place right up. I should make one about tapeworms.

Chug! Chug!! Chug!!! Chug!!!

No matter how many times I get sick, I never seem to remember just how plain out annoying it is. There's the fever-dreams, the long nights, the snot, the hacking and coughing, the lack of appetite.... Not to mention the weird stuff my Mom makes me drink. Now, I love my Mom, and I fully appreciate her giving me things to make my life better, but Theraflu is not something you want to drink very much of. Scratch that. You probably wouldn't ever want to drink Theraflu in any amount. Especially when you are expected to chug it down so that your sister can have the rest before it cools. It is not particularly nice to chug anything, (except maybe warm tea) and this stuff lands up there with 'sand,' 'bourbun,' 'very small rocks,' and 'motor oil' on the 'DO NOT CHUG LIST.'
At least I'm not vomiting. That'll come next month. =P

PS!! I have never consumed bourbon in my life, and I do not expect to any time soon, along with all other alcohols.