Yes, it really is 4 am when I am making this post.

I went to sleep at about 10 when I got home from the rampway meeting. Slept till midnight. Woke back up, went back to sleep about one. Woke up again at 3:45. and here I am. I think I am getting sick / am sick, yet again, but I think I can fight it off before my finals Wensday and Saturday.

Nothing is worse than being sick and horny and alone all at the same time. Filed my nails down to points again, painted them white. Had vauge sexual dreams throughout my interupted sleep. Not helping. Not helping at all.

Rise to me
"Rise to me, rise to me,"
the hunters' call, the time is now
for full moon dreams and
the night born fantasies.
The Hunter's Moon, the rutting moon,
phermones lace the icy winds,
calling, taunting, teasing:
the torture of the night.
And I Rise, like all the others,
the Hunters searching for their prey,
prayers of lust in our night songs,
feed the flesh, feed the soul.
And you, my lover, Rise with me,
come hunt the night, the stary sea,
my flesh calls you and you call me,
"Rise to me, rise to me."