Right, well, my sleeping didn’t exactly go as planned. I finally fell asleep a bit after 5:30. My brother wakes up super early to watch television undisturbed; around six thirty, he came into the room and turned on the tv. He didn’t make very much noise, but just the sound of him padding around the room woke me up. I couldn’t fall back asleep, and laid awake for about a half hour, pressing pillows as tightly to my ears as possible to drown out the sound of his shows. I slept restlessly for an unknown (but small) amount of time, and I’ve been awake since. I think I got maybe two hours of sleep, max. I feel weird. I’m not nauseous, but it’s like my stomach has risen up into my throat. My parents are making toast and I can smell it, and it’s making it worse. I could throw up, but I’m really going to try not to. I hate vomiting, and I have things to do today. I don’t have time to be sick. 

I don’t want this blog to turn into post after post after post of me rambling aimlessly about my feelings. I want to write things that, if someone read them, they’d be interested and maybe continue on to read more. No one cares that my stomach hurts. But right now this is all I can focus on. My head hurts, and my stomach hurts, and my eyes hurt from being open against their will. My legs feel like I’ve been standing for hours. I don’t know why. 

I’ve grown to expect a bout of inexplicable sadness after taking my brother’s medicine. I need to look the side effects up, I’m curious if this is a common occurrence. It’s an odd sort of hangover; it looms over me the day after, and I can’t shake it. Right now, I’m not sad. But, I mean, right now, I’m extremely sleep deprived. I don’t think I have enough room in me right now to be sad. Or happy. Or anything else. I’m not really harboring any emotions right now. I’m not sure if this is good or not.

Okay, from now on, I’ll make an effort to not make diary-esque entries like this one.