My stomach is in bits. I don't even know what chicken teriyaki is but it sounded foreign and strong-flavoured. I was right on both counts.
I held two icicles in my hand for an hour. My hands are still bright red from it. That was five hours ago.
Listened to some modern rock music on loud. I never really got it, to be honest. Muse are the only band I liked out of those I listened to. I'll stick to my pre-50s music, thanks.
Tried out a few perfumes, pretended I was looking for a gift for my girlfriend. My nose is burning.
And I stared into a bright light without my sun-blocking contact lenses. Migraine.
Still in a lot of pain. Keep having to pause every few words for my hands. Can't give up. Got to be better. Got to be stronger. Have to keep going. Have to run. Have to fight. Have to protect Ava.
Ugh. Tired. Going bed.