Excessive

Although I felt fairly good all day, sickness wise, I sit here at home, a time I could relax, and I'm starting to feel worse and worse. I've started to get a very noticeable scratchy throat, so much so that it's impacting my ability to feel comfortable at all... and I just sit and think about it and wish I was comfortable. On top of that, it feels like I need to sneeze at every second, and I'm just overall restless.

Why do all country musicians have to wear cowboy hats when they're not out in the sun that often?

Yes, I already wrote today, as you could see if you scroll down a little bit, but I figured I would write a little bit as I waited for this sleeping pill to kick in.

I've been letting my writing slide over the last month or so, and it creates this sinking, guilty feeling in my stomach. I know I should be writing more, and I know that I'll regret my lack of writing in the coming days, weeks, months and years, but I've been finding it easier and easier to just put it off, or just not feel like it, and that's dangerous, as it seems to be somewhat of a slippery slope. If I'm busy playing a game at night, or reading, or watching a movie with Bekki, chances are I'm not going to stop what I'm doing to sit down and write, but I think I probably should, or at least start trying harder, because the last thing I want to do is fall into another blackout period where I don't write for a few months and that period of my life isn't recorded. I need to turn this around and get back on track, start recording my day to day life, so I can bore myself in the future!

I swear I'll write tomorrow. Two new computers, rain, headaches, a cold, school soon.

I've taken a sleeping pill already and don't have much time to sit and write.

I've bought and built a new desktop PC today, and I'm writing on it right now. It's exciting and fun and feels great so far. I'll write more about my experience tomorrow.