I Don't Know What's Going on with Me
I am cold, I'm tired, I'm achy. I don't what's happening to me, but it can't be good. I wonder if my body is exacting revenge on me for having it stay awake for 72 hours to write a novel. I'm lucky I'll be seeing my doctor tomorrow. She'll figure out what's wrong with me. And then after I have to... Sign in to see full entry.