Ugh.

Beff feels like craaaap.

I'm going to bed. Is my bedtime. And I have work in the morning. And while I am not looking forward to going to work with a cough and my nose too stuffed up to breathe, at least it'll be slightly better if I've had some sleep.

So last night, diary, I had a conversation with someone.. a conversation that has the potential to change a lot of things. Now, it's just potential.. things might not really change substantially at all. But after it was sort of renewed--continued and expanded upon--tonight, at least a few things will be different. For me, anyway. And maybe a lot of things.

But probably/maybe not for a good while.

ok. Bedtime for Beth.

I hate being sick. Someone come cuddle me and bring me a cup of tea and read to me.

mmm. That would be nice. If I ever get married, it had better be to someone who's willing to read to me when I'm sick.

Love,
Beth

And don't you feel today, too?



< poetry - flickr - here - then - >