pipistrellafelix | (no subject)

It's official. I HATE being home alone. I am an unnatural teenager who actually wants her parents around and cannot stand having the house to herself for more than two days. I am going MAD. I also think I'm getting sick, which isn't at all what I want to do right before I go on a trip, but I suppose if I'm sick in England at least there will be other people living with me to make sure I don't die. Lord. I have a headache. I hate headaches. The house is a mess and I feel just sick enough to not have the energy to clean it, but not sick enough to feel justified staying in bed all day. Also the parents' present isn't finished and I realized I don't have everything I need for it, so bah. I haven't packed at all.
Felt a little better yesterday when Liz came for dinner and Allie called and I got email from Melissa, but I have terrible insomnia and I don't eat well. Agh.

Complain, complain, complain. I ought to pack, at least, if I'm not going to clean. I hate leaving the house messy, but I can't get myself up to do anything...which I also hate. ARGH.