Non-post

I haven't written. I can't seem to. I have 700 thoughts a minute that want to swim forward to this open screen-sea but they get diverted everytime.
Here I am again right now. Stuck. Does anyone want to read about my being in love? Probably not. Does anyone want to know I've been sick and poverty stricken and sick again? Definitly not. I don't know. I'm sleepy, trying to not cough, again. Worried
about money and totally thankful for this incredible man sleeping beside me.