Nothing's normal anymore.

I know how Rachel feels.

The agony of sleep is more than I can bear.

I'm scared too.

And I feel like i'm a wreck because I have burnt fingers, not much sleep, not much to eat and the flu etc.

Although I try to move from comfort, I'm still human. I want it.

And inside, I'm actually quite worried about my pookins. I just don't want you to feel like hell. I wish I was there. I wish I wasn't so screwed up physically.

I don't want to work tomorrow.