What's Your Poison

8 sleeps left until my cast comes off. Ah to be free again. As soon as they took that ball of sepsis out of my leg, I felt better. No more toxins racing around my veins reeking havoc upon my innards. My mind has become amazingly sharp lately. Alas not at midnight though. I think I may come back to this entry another time :)

Tired

Tired. So tired. My eyes struggle to focus. The lids are heavy and draw together for that intimate kiss.
Fatigued. So fatigued. My shoulders tighten and yearn my body to be graced by the arms of the horizontal.