virgos and their silly lists

[fictional]

good things:
last night i managed to write two whole paragraphs on the silly novel type thing that i am working on. (the amount would be pathetic, but it's the most i've managed in weeks);
i cleaned half my house. (well maybe more like a third, but hey, who's counting.);
i fell even more in love with John Cusack last night as I re-watched Grosse Point Blank;
i exhausted myself, so that by the time i went to bed, i was really really sleepy, and didn't have to deal with insomnia eating my head.

not-so-good things:
the sunshine went away;
my stomach decided to try and come out of every orifice it could think of;
i had the nightmares again. those ones. with her in them. could i fucking get over this already? please?;
i still have the rest of my house to clean, and laundry to do;
i'm hungry, and there's no food here;
my head feels like it's been stuffed with sawdust and ground glass, and then, to add insult to injury, it feels like it's been pickled;
and, like Emily of New Moon, i am far too obsessed with italics.

and, did i mention that i'm hungry?