Food!!

Yes, as the title indicates, I got my hands on some food. Why is it such a great event in my life? Lemme summarize it with a haiku:

My blood was sucked out,
my body aches, hungering;
depression ensues.

Well, that's basically it.
But what happened to my blood? Well, it was given away as samples for the docs so they can study it and decide what the hell is wrong with me. I have inherited so many illnesses from my ancestors, that it's a small miracle I'm still alive and moving. And I'm not even an inbred little princess. If I were, I would have all the money to buy books... Drool... Sigh...

Anyway. Me and food are slowly getting to know each other as I write (and stuff my face in between), and I'm happily announcing, that I stopped using Zyrtec (if only for a little while), so now I'm more awake than asleep. Woohoo! God, I see colors! I see sunlight! I'm less depressed than before. Yay!

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Oh, and Darken, thank you very much, it was nice of you to write and talk to me! ^^

Mark!! If you read this, would you be so kind to read my mail? It holds the information about my journey to London, which will happen in a few weeks time. It would be nice to know if you want to see me or not.