*sigh*

"Right ow I am coked to the gills on a mixture of Sudafed, Claritin and Ibuprophen trying desperately to get my nose to stop running nad my head to stop feeling like it has been stuffed with porridge (at least the headache that was making my right eye feel like it was going to pop out of it's socket didn't return from yesterday).
I'm tired, sore, bleary, and miserable. I need to start soon on working on theNova's brakes for the fourth day. I don't want to do that. I don't want to do anything. I want to curl up in my room and be miserable.
I feel incredibly lonely and disconnected from the world. I feel more nad more adrift and want someone to feel connected to. Heck I'd settle for having someone who actively seeked my company., rather thna as I do with most ppl feeling like I only exist when I reach into their world and remind them of my existance.
*sigh* Instead I'm going to go off alone to take apart my car's brakes for the umpteenth time."