So, the past few days my writer hasn't been feeling well, between nausea and fatigue, the weather's got her down. I was told that she was up nearly all night and the night before battling off the urge to vomit. On the topic, my Vexste hates "puking" and if her description is anything like the real thing I can't blame her, I can't liken to it as I'm only a book and as such don't have a stomach, nose eyes or feelings, just ears. So, that being said, I'm sure that you with all those things can understand a little better.
To top off her not feeling well, my Vexste has not yet missed a day of work, she said something about them threatening her with unemployment and that without a job she'd go crazy. I hope she realizes that even if she doesn't have a job I'm always with her, but then as a book, I'm not very good company. On the topic of company though, my Vexste has stopped seeing that boy, I think it was four or five days, probably more than that, my sense of time isn't very good after all... The point is though they're not together any more. She mentioned that he was nice at first, but appearances are deceiving, so that's that and I don't mean to sound rude, but I'm glad.
On another topic, my writer's been watching an anime called Clannad, more prevalently Clannad: Afterstory which I'm told is about a (mostly) normal high school boy who falls in love, graduates, marries and then is hit with life's worst again and again, I can't help but feel for the fellow, and in a way he reminds me of my Vexste, not the getting married or being a high school boy, but as far as loving and losing, it seems my Vexste does a lot of "losing" these days.
My writer's room was moved around again and several things I'd come to recognize are gone, to where they went though is beyond me. There are a couple new things around, but nothing to really speak about. And on the topic of missing objects, my Vexste seems to have misplaced her favorite hat, a blue/gray Aeropostale fitted hat, she obviously enjoys it quite a bit since most of the time when I see her, she's wearing it.That aside, my Vexste got a windshield cover for when it snows, and while I really don't have a concept of snow, apparently my Vexste hates it. "Cold, wet, dreary and slippery." Were the exact words she used to describe it, so I have thus come to the conclusion that snow is positively terrible for both looking at, moving around in and simply being out in. The concept of cold doesn't seem particularly appealing to me either. I'm going to have to say that's that though and end it there as I've already gone on for too long.
Journey
