30.08.2002 ~ 3:07 pm
yesterday, i woke up at 11 am, but my mum was on the phone and her voice was loud so i put some earplugs in and woke up at 5 pm.
today, i thought that i'd wake up early because of the sleep gained yesterday (dream on, honey, sleep gain?) so i got up 7 am. then the headaches started, followed by nausea. i took migraleve and went to bed. got up 1pm. so much for waking up early.
now i'm good. sort of.
less than a week. it like in english, when we were disscussing some poet. christina rossetti? she was very aware of her mortality because of her constant illness, and it shows in her poetry. this is like that, with death being the metaphor for school. the media: television, films, newspaper, interent keeps reminding me that its the end of summer. i want to bury myself six feet under.
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