I am also feeling sick because I caught it on the bus. I knew I should have washed my hands. I normally go straight to the sink, but I was lazy, and regretting eating those chips and licking my fingers. I am ashamed.
I am also tired, because someone woke me up, and I haven't had adequate sleep in the past week, due to having a painful toothache that keeps me up all night. I am drowsy, and I was slightly irritated at the person who woke me up, until they woke up, and seemed even more tired than I was. So I emphasized with them on the sleepy part.
I'm really chatty when I lack sleep. I'm really quiet otherwise.
I tried reading the free fantasy books from Google Play Books. They were terrible.
One book was influenced by Twilight, never read it. It's a girl and two vampire guys. The girl only liked shopping and hating her family. She was in love with one vampire for a while, then the other one shows up and she confesses her love to him. I wanted to stab my eyes out when she kept listing all her friends over and over again in the same paragraph. Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, but yesterday with Comet and Cupid and Donner, and Blitzen, but only to the movies with Prancer, Cupid, and Donner, and shopping with Vixen and Blitzen, and Dancer didn't go. And the scariest thing in the book was "peer pressure" that was only a page long, in which she didn't take the cigarette that Dasher and Prancer offered to her, because it'll automatically lead to drugs.
The other book was terrible as well. It seems influenced by 50 Shades of Grey, never read it. There is a creepy guy killing promiscuous girls, and a female detective that's trying to catch the criminal. No one at work takes her seriously, because she's a young female, and they're old males. It's boring because you already know that the creepy old guy is going to get caught by the female detective, and she somehow prooves herself as a capable female detective. She always comes to the right conclusions without really much logic, other than that the author gives her everything and spells them out. There is no mystery. No matter what the creepy old guy is called, it's still just a creepy old guy. No mystery.
I am worried that if I read any more of their garbage I'll go insane from knowing that there are people who actually spend time writing that badly, and try to sell them online thinking they're great. There are series of these badly written books... SERIES... but maybe... just maybe one will be good.
I hear a lot of screaming kids outside somewhere in the distance, and it's horrifying.
My tooth hurts so much that I just want to yank it out with my bare hands, but that might make things worse. It doesn't stop me from having the compulsion to do so though. It feels something between an itch, ache, and a pain. It's lousy and persistent, and I always feel it.
Maybe I should visit the dentist, but I'm just not up to it. I'm so sick and tired. That wasn't the start of a rant. I think I have a low fever. The more I think about it, the worst I feel. So I'm just going to chill out and play some games, yo.
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