Sneaking Suspicions.

I met my housemate for the first time. He is a soft spoken man of small build and he is really very nice. But what struck me most about him were his eyes. He has beautiful eyes. And his manner. I have sneaking suspicions that I cannot confirm. He ALSO drives a Merc. I don't understand these doctors. I really do have sneaking suspicions about them all. :X.

I'm finally alone, a little of my own space after a harrowing 3 days of no space at all. I'm really very relieved to be alone. There are things I need to do. And I SUPER don't feel like doing them. All I want to do is sit here and NUA my life away.

It's pervasive.
It's ironic.
Laugh now, it's your cue.
I've forgotten what I wanted to say.
It's everywhere.
I don't think I'm jaded about it,
I'm just feeling mousy and sad.

I should make a list and get on with what I need to do. I expect that will make me feel better. But I actually want to curl up in bed and feel the inside of my stomach rot away so that when my housemate comes home all he will find is a gaping hole where my liver used to be. Ouch, that was morbid! Sorry. Instead, I will have lunch and watch speedmouse. That's a compromise of sorts. And maybe I will have the willpower to force myself to do some work. The truth is, it's not about jet lag and tiredness. It's about not having ANY motivation. I seriously cannot bring myself to do SIP right now.

Stick a fork into my split screen sadness.