Oct 08, 2004 11:04
I spent this morning finishing a book while expectorating several cubic tons of bloody green mucus from my nose and throat. Then I went downstairs and looked in the bathroom mirror and looked so stoned that I had to laugh. I think I have pink eye and some respiratory infection. This isn't being nice. Right now I look alot worse than I feel since I cleared out most of the crap from my system, but ugh. I think I'm going to have to go to the doctor and find out what lovely ailment(s) I have. Hopefully I didn't give them to anyone else...
Last night I sat out on my front steps and stared at the stars and cried. It was a good cry, also multipurpose; some things that I have yet to isolate and solidify in my mind, several things I can't do anything about, and besides that I'd like to think it irrigated my nasty red eyes. The stars were so pretty last night though, you could every single one so clearly. If I looked at one closely I could see it pulse. I wish I had a glass ceiling.
Right now it's pretty out but I don't have any wish to do anything except lie down somewhere warm and get better.