my hands are shaking

It's almost as if I'm involved with two people, and I'm not sure if that's an issue on your end or mine. There's the one that I adore that I am hurriedly trying to get everything I can get my hands on for, for Christmas. He's the one that kisses my head and makes me feel better than I am. Then there's this other you that isn't always quite there for me when I need it and sort of brushes things off when they really need to be noticed.

I feel nauseous and I can't sleep. I don't know if the two are connected.

There's a part of me that loves to sleep and another part that never wants to sleep because I never feel that I've accomplished enough to warrant the need to sleep.

There are a lot of grumpy last-minute shoppers who tend to blame me for their inability to find the perfect present, ASAP.

Something decided to bite me. I don't know when, how, who, or why. I wish I did. Wouldn't it be cool if life was lived through a series of different viewpoints? That way you'd see me being all, "Ouch! What the?..." and seeing this odd bumpy thing on my arm, but then the scene would switch to some little spider maniacally scurrying away all, "AHA! GOT HER!" Or whatever it was. The point is, I would know who the culprit was, which is actually annoying me a lot more than the dull, sorta-throbbing pain that wont let me sleep. But instead, I don't. I'm just curious. And nauseous.

Rather than trying to add any sort of depth to this blog, I've fallen back on writing about inane things that happen throughout my day or things that upset me.

A lot of things upset me and they tend to be related.

I hereby dub tomorrow a snow day, if you catch my drift.