Attempt 1: To be read before bed

I need to pee.      
The feeling of my bladder weighing down the rest of my body is quite near to intolerable right now but I can't go or I won't, take your pick.      
I'm feeling rebellious, under-confident and over-emotional.      
I need to sit here and write for a moment.      
Those old metaphorical beings that spring to life      
when I'm here need to stretch out their bones      
up on the thrill of being useful.      
They dance on my screen and they are gleeful!      
They are gleeful at my, very real, worldy discomfort, at my need to write,      
again.      
Again, I need to pee. I'm going to sort that, hold up...      
     
Ok, hi there.      
That was, in fact, quite a pleasant waste of my time.      
I also cleaned the bathroom, washed my face, oiled my hair, brushed my teeth and am contemplating finding the nail polish remover.      
I am very aware that the lack of doing these things will result in a bad mood tomorrow.      
Dissatisfaction with my own performance is a regular occurrence, I'd say, everywhere except that bedroom.      
Irrespective, it has not been a bad day.      
I have missed you.      
It's irrational and unnecessary, I know, however I am terribly fond you.      
     
My back aches.      
It's been one of those long days.      
Today I have completed a job application, three exam papers, tidied the bathroom, the bedroom. I have completed all of the laundry, travelled to three different pet shops to find some poxy snails for an orange fish with a moustache.      
He's sick but he's strong.      
I have chem' exam tomorrow.      
I think I'm at a reasonable level though I haven't managed a test paper without double-checking.      
The rectifications are usually due to my need to have perfect answers.      
It doesn't matter.      
I feel silly. I'm sorry but I need to sleep.      
If you've stayed with me, thank you for reading and sleep well also.