funny thing being happy. living is so overwhelming that i don't have the care to record it. why would i? its hard enough soaking every bit of everything in with this tiny body and only 1/10th of a functioning mind.
maybe tomorrow i'll get sick, get into a car crash, or be crushed with a crippling boredom, maybe then i can sit down and make something.
god knows inspiration isn't a reliable friend.
you know what i love?
to breathe again!
besides the luxury of being treated like a baby by those that care most about you, and seeing your face morph from something almost bearable to a puffy eyed creature you are unable to recognize, i can't say i enjoy being ill
mostly because i have all this free time, and the internal battle my immune system is having with the invaders is about as productive as it can get.
what a pussy.