I'm Cold

That's right...I'm cold!

My room is VERY cold (even though my window is shut), and since I am in my pajamas, I don't feel like changing back into regular clothes just for the sake of being warm. I could turn the heater on, but I know I would forget that it was on, and since I'm going to bed in like two seconds, I don't want to wake up in a twisted ball of my own sweat.

I rearranged my room. Somehow it now appears that I have more room than I did before. Not totally sure how that works, but I'll go with the flow.

(Now, I was writing this last night (or early this morning) at precisely 1:12, when the network shut down. I was getting ready to go to bed, and decided to just turn off the computer and post it today along with some thoughts for today.)

I feel sick all the time. I don't totally know why, which is why I should probably go to a doctor really soon. It's the most peculiar of feelings too. I feel tired and miserable and ready to cry all day, but when I lie down to sleep at night, I toss and turn for hours because I can't relax. It's this terrible, TERRIBLE cycle.

I wrote a poem last night while I attempted to fall asleep. Here's how it went.

From My Window

by Kyla

My window

Is open

So I don't create

A rainforest in my sleep,

More beads than a child's

Mother's Day present.

Sirens

Rock the early morning air

On and off and on and off.

Make up your mind.

Footsteps echo

Above my pillow,

And the plastic cup

On the roof below

Stirs in the wind.

I twist and I turn

But the cup

Continues it's dance.

I long to dream,

To sail,

To soar,

BUT THE BLOODY CUP
IS DRIVING ME NUTS!

Slam!

Yep, that's something like how it went, though I might think about perfecting it more later.

I did have an awesome dream last night though. Surprisingly, Mrs. Yerxa was in it (for those of you who know me and know Mrs. Yerxa, that's a REALLY weird thing, but I swear it was a good dream.)

It involved me being in one of her musicals, and I had my own song and dance number. I wasn't the lead, but each night the audience clapped for me more than anyone else. It made me feel special. Yes, it's sad that I need a dream to make me feel special, but it really was comforting.

I have editing time booked in 40 minutes, so I should think about getting ready to go. I cannot WAIT until these projects are done. Next Friday (with the exception of some stupid journals and a group project) I am a free woman! WOOHOO!

Later, dudes.