yesterday

felt narcoleptic.

swimming between states of consciousness and sleep.
let's not count how many hours i slept.
seeing that the number of hours i was awake can be counted on both hands.

yesterday tony and i were both sick,
he with his longsuffering cough and cold
me with nausea, back pains and a headache

then mum calls.

tony: there's something about being sick and missing your mom alot.

so true.
despite all my desires to be an independent adult, my celebration of living life on my own
i really wanted my mummy yesterday
no one else fusses over me like she does.

tony calls his own mum later.


today

i feel fine
and a great need to be productive

there is after all a huge pile of work staring at me in the face.