Even though I'm not feeling half as bad as I did yesterday, and only showing a little part of how bad I actually feel because I am bored and still happy over all the entries I have made in the PaoWiki I am still sick and then I like writing spontaneous, long sentances about strange things but have a hard time getting to the point which is that I really should be fixing things for the Tree.

I have written a long, angry mail to a stalker/former friend/some person, also a long mail to the politicians of Sweden, also entries here on Livejournal, but there are things I should and rather want to do which are not getting done.
And I feel bad for not doing those things.
(Fixing to the mice and rats, cuddling the mice and rats, doing the laundry (have time this friday), watering the plants, talking to menistelsiva, making food and actually eat, taking care of toe at least once a day, cleaning up a little.)

Listening a lot to music by Muddasheep, which is reminding me of The Good Old Times. The Good Old Times not being that good, but still having elements I do miss, a lot.


I miss living for my poems and art, for two things. It filled my life with a sense of purpose.


Well, I have to at least line those drawings. It should have been done months ago, but I kind of like keeping things as sketches too. I can think that they are a lot more beautiful than inked, finished pictures.



Mjau. My eyes hurt. Time to close them or something.

/Maria (>sick and tired, literally)