i know you're wondering when
i try to focus on what liz is saying.
not that it isn't important, don't think that at all. her roomate is making a foray into the land of relationship and liz is the unwitting witness to some of these forays. she had come over to tell us about the latest one.
"i want to stab my eyeballs out." she quietly but vehmently whispers. they had been sitting on the bed with...romaing...hands.
i'm still trying to focus. but the problem is the inner voice.
"aaaaack...nngaaahh...are you going to do anything about this raging pain? please, i need some help here."
i forgot to have coffee this morning. and because i have an addiction to caffeine, the headache that accompanies withdrawl arrived right on schedule at four pm.
i am chugging coffee now. it's like ambrosia to the inner voice. but somehwere along the way i lost liz.