How are you feeling today?

crappy

I was just thinking that tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow: it just creeps in this petty pace from day to day and it will feel like this until the last syllable of recorded time and all my yesterdays slowly flaming out like a brief candle. Maybe life's but a walking shadow, a poor player. Maybe we strut and fret and strut and fret on this stage and then we are heard no more. It is a story told by a damn idiot, full out sound and noise and signifies nothing.

Then again, sometimes, on a Friday - i just Dance and Dance and Dance!

Yeah, but laugh a little, too. You didn't ask to come to this stage of fools, and you're not going to like it when it's time to go. So make what you can of it. Stand up to a few bullies. Make a few friends. Get laid while you're in town. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, eh?

I'm better than ever.

Pretty awful, I've had chronic insomnia for months and I still need to get a blood test to find out why I keep getting sick.

It's morning. The sky is blue. The grass is green. I don't have anything pressing that needs to be done and I had a good night's sleep. I feel pretty good.

I have a tummy ache, but my mood is good.

very happy, I just sent in my last essay of the semester so now I have officially finished my first year and now it's just one year to go and I'll have my masters degree

I ran 4 miles yesterday and will hit the gym today. Friday is Boogie Nites retro DJ stuff. Gonna be good!

Ugh, horrible, why can't I sleeeeeep?

Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast...

Still it cried 'Sleep no more!' to all the house:
'Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more; Macbeth shall sleep no more.'

Snuffly. Cobwebs still clearing from sleep... too little sleep.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

I don't know if this helps, but I had a good night's sleep.

At the moment I am trying to keep my posture straight and breath more deeply. I don't know if that helps me either, but it is a good distraction from the tasks I have to do today.

Flatulent, sadly. Be glad you're not here having tea.

Ugh, migraine bad. Baaaaaaaaaaad!

I'm a bundle of nerves and glee and anticipation of school and a drop of incongruent loneliness in the midst of family and friends.