My eye no longer hurts. I think it was just dry and irritated from lack of sleep or some such.
I still desire to avoid people at all costs, though. Hrm.
I drew a picture during church that sums it up pretty well, but since I've no scanner for the next two weeks, I guess Tish and Michael are the only ones who'll see it. Bah.
I feel disgusting. Ate some chicken salad. blech. And more blech. I don't see how Nicole can practically live off that stuff. Ugh.
Michael didn't come over. I didn't really expect him to; fate likes to mock me like that, as I believe I've mentioned. Still, would have been nice, might have given Tish something to do besides be ignored by me. Hrm.
I am painting my nails. The color would be what I would term: 'Hooker Red'. Hrm. Perhaps if I get bored enough, I may paint little black roses on them. (well, with acrylics, then a clear topcoat.) My toenails are black. "Black rage" according to the bottle.
My hands are whores, my feet are angry, and the rest of me is mildly nauseous. Great.
Tish seems a bit more peppy; I can hear her joking around in the game room. Good.
Hrm. I like.