Me either. Course, I don't feel like anything else, either...
I feel like bed.
I have a stomach ache for no apparent reason. I suppose it might have something to do with my drinking nothing but coffee and plenty of it all day today. Duh.
I'm kinda stuck with my writing, which is why I haven't written much. I mean...this being a journal, there should be SOME things she talks about besides romance. And there's a problem there, too, in that she needs to fall for him fairly gradually, I think...but I'm already crazy about him, so it's hard to write gradual.
And none of this is turning out very realistic anymore. Not that it matters...but it does bother me a bit.
Ya know...considering I fall for characters in MY lousy writing...I have to wonder how Jane Austen ever managed! Maybe that's why she never married? ;-)