It is currently 4:20 AM, and though my body lags with exhaustion, my mind won't seem to rest. There's enough going on in here to satiate several conversations at once, I swear. Granted, some of them are less intelligent than others, but nonetheless entertaining. I wonder what particular emotion is shying away from proper expression this morning. I can feel it hiding, sheepishly, behind the bolder shoulders of broader spectrums. Come on, come out little one! I can't wait forever, and my eyes are growing weary.

At least I have a fitting soundtrack to such a circumstance: a confusion of thunder, and a steady downpour of rain. I've yet to see any lightning, but it can't be far behind. I love the sound of rain. Whether mild, or unforgivable: there's something about the way it resonates within...Nothing can truly imitate the sound of a sudden downpour.

Mmm. Tomorrow is Wednesday, rather: Today is Wednesday, and I had set a list of things to accomplish today that I'd written out at some point last weekend. Sad to say, from my sickly position atop a futon covered with "remedies," I don't think they'll be achieved. My toes still have a pulse, and every time I turn my neck -- I feel I'll faint again. I never knew one could experience this sensation for such a lengthy period of time, without actually reaching the climax of fainting. A strange thing, really, and I'd rather not revisit. Point being: I don't know what my day holds, but it's not likely to involve chemical based cleaners and dust bunnies the size of my face. That wouldn't be smart, now would it? Sorry Avalanche, you'll have to wait another day. Damn this peculiar flesh!


Well, I guess this is going to be a random-has-no-point-cliffhanger-lameass-rachel kind of entry. (; I can't seem to navigate my way through the mob that has rented out my thoughts for the evening. Fret not, tiny scholars! I'm sure I'll be back soon. Tomorrow. An hour. 25 minutes. After a potty break. Who knows.

Sweet dreams, world.

*RR