Yup, that's pretty much been me for the whole day. I can't even complain about being bored because I've just been sick as a dog and can't think about much else. So yeah, I pretty much just want someone to talk to since I've been home alone all day in bed. This sucks because I can't even begin to speak because if I do I sound like a frog or some mutated and twisted bear or something.
I suppose one upside of this is that I got the opportunity to draw all day since my head threatens to explode and send my brains splattering against the walls everytime I try to stand up. For some reason I got this stupid idea to draw pokemon, something I haven't done in like, years.
Maybe it was fueled by me digging up my old game boy and playing that for a while. I dunno.
So now I have a bunch of those little pokeemans laying on my desk and around my bed and a bunch of other places. I'll eventually get around to putting a few of the better ones up and sharing the strange but satisfying happiness that is a yeallow blob shooting things down with lightning from it's face.
And now...I nap. -_-
- Listening to: Jewel- Who Will Save Your Soul. Don't ask...
- Reading: Ella Minnow Pea. Damn you, required reading.
- Watching: The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
- Drinking: Lemon Thera Flu. I'm gonna hurl.