RIP, pretty birdy.

My sister's Gloucestor (sp?) canary died this morning. His name was Truman, and he made very pretty noises. He sang prettily and chirped and stuff and made a laser gun noise sometimes which was cool. He was cute and fluffy and I went with my sister to the pet store to get him, months ago.

He hasn't been using his feet very much lately, and the poor little guy died, I guess...
I thought I dreamt about him last night. I might have been overhearing things my mom and my sister were saying though. But I think I dreamt of him.

RIP, Truman. You were a cute birdy...

I also had a dream about Empire Earth. My brother had finally gotten it on our computer or something, and I was overjoyed beyond joy. I miss playing that game SO much, although they came out with EE2 and it's one of the worst RST games ever. I just loved playing it.
I WANT THAT GAME.

This week is definitely one of the saddest, worst weeks all year. I mean, the whole family is pretty much sick. I keep coughing and sneezing and stuff, and I am in complete misery. And usually the computer is one of my most relaxing places. It's not too dusty in this room, and all that.

I hate being sick. At least I won't be lying on Monday when I say that I was really sick.

I can't believe how horrible everything is. I need to be able to eat, sleep, drink, write, and live without worrying about things for a while.

I think I need to test myself. If I really live a worry-free life for a week, will I need to cut?

I don't know.

I hate the way my cut up leg looks. Lines, so many lines, and more lines.

Disturbing.