Last Night In My Own Bed

For six weeks.

I need to get to sleep, but I'm too awake. It's been a pretty shitty day of laying in bed and getting over whatever sick I caught. Last night was too brutal... ugh. Throwing up is bad enough and worse when you're throwing up fish. Sooooo gross. And then the chills and the fever and the headaches... Not fun. Not to mention I had to cancel all of my plans for today. No big deal, I'll just wake up nice and early tomorrow...

I'm nearly packed, which is good. Just a few oddball things to print out and shove in my bag tomorrow. Oh man, tomorrow's really it. No more bed, no more bunnies, no more Lita and Emma, and no more Dr Pepper. No more home cooked food, no more driving, and no more costuming. Worst of all, I'll spend every day missing my favorite person and it'll drive me crazy.

I don't know, I'm not looking forward to tomorrow, but I'm also not dreading it. We'll see, tomorrow's the start of a new adventure.


And maybe if I'm lucky, I'll find Jim Sturgess there and he'll sing for me.

xx Take A Sad Song And Make It Better Marz