can't be sick if you're not awake
Home again from college, with a now three-day headache. I never really got over the motion sickness from the bus; I'm one of those people who have to get knocked out immediately because you can't be sick if you're not awake. Unfortunately, I was awake for way too long. I haven't been making it easier for myself by reading incessantly, either. There's just way too much I wanted to read but couldn't because I had to get through finals first. Ugh. Maybe it's time to surrender and take the paracetamol.
Besides reading, I've been spending my time making an effort to stay downstairs, out of my room, with my family. I think I'm about to run out of conversation pieces, but it's been nice just sitting in the same room together. My dogs are pretty helpful distractions, too. I don't know. I've been bad at talking my whole life, even with the people closest to me. Hopefully it's not too late to start now.
Being at home makes me feel like a kid, as usual. A few childhood plushies, the most beloved, still live in my room. I eat my parents' food, and the tiny snacks my grandmother pushes into my hands. Valentine, 21, youngest child of the youngest child. Daughter of a daughter. I don't think I could ever be anything other than the baby in my family's eyes. Perhaps it's not a bad thing, not at all.