Sick, and fallen to the mercy of a terrible grogginess. It’s hard to write, harder to have the self-control not to scroll endlessly through Twitter. I should do something, I think, but then I fall asleep.
I can’t focus very well.
I walked by some cherry trees today, white with bunches of flowers like pompons, and felt dizzy staring up into the thin branches. It was beautiful. My spirit was willing—I would have stayed out there until the dead of night—but that I felt so tired and sick.
I don’t want to be sick, to feel so weak.
Tale Told 