suyari

My appointment isn't until ten, but I've been awake since six. I can't sleep, and I feel sick as hell. I am not sure if it's nerves or anxiousness, or what. Which doesn't make very much sense to me.

I'm going to lay in bed a little more and see if I can't at least rest in quiet for a little while. Shiloh keeps staring at me, like he can't figure out why I'm up and doesn't know if he should ask to play or be snuggled.

Maybe I'll read a little.

At any rate: Fourteen.