I can't sleep. There's a persistent feeling of being watched. It's raining outside, and the atmosphere is oppressive.
I suppose it's my own fault. Watched a few too many horror shorts, got my hackles up. Been spending the last hour or so calming myself down. I like being scared. The adrenaline rush a little addictive to be perfectly honest, but the crash is its own discouragement.
Whatever this cold is, it's started to affect my appetite. I still get thirsty, but I've been eating less. Wish I could shake the damn thing.