two weeks today!
so i am slowly but surely healing from bronchitis, which was confirmed by a doctor i visited during my short trip home to maryland. i am on day four of antibiotics, and no drinking is allowed. i'm just glad to have the excuse to avoid alcohol anyway.
many of my moments during the past week were full of coughing up mucus and moaning, and lots of gesturing when it hurt too much to speak. that's one of the reasons i went home even though i was sick: so i could just sign to everyone and not deal with speaking.
my brother just got home from perth, australia, and he was full of amazing stories about seeing actual kangaroos box and learning how to spear fish and throw boomerangs from aborigines. his trip sounded amazing. he was dark as shit, tanner than i have ever seen him, and he explained that he stayed right in the area underneath the hole in the ozone layer. well, guess that would explain it!
my parents busted him for smoking (he's 20, but my parents haven't realized it yet). and he promptly gave me up. my parents both turned to me and my mother said: "but, i thought you quit when you were 18!" and i was almost happy that my brother gave me up to soften his pain, because then i got to brag that i hadn't had a smoke in two weeks. and my parents gave me a face of that hurt kind of happy. like a smile that's all twisted and weird. ha. it was awesome. i then tried to prove my anti-smoking crusade by saying that philly was going to ban smoking sooner or later in bars and such and that i was HAPPY about that. then my dad smiled and told me i was a good girl again. ha. my father smoked for 17 years, and he has such wretched feelings about his experience quitting that both of my parents think smoking is the devil's deed. my father told my brother that he and all my cousins who smoke are white trash. that was pretty awesome.
i felt better yesterday than i have felt in a week. day three of the antibiotics really brought the transformation. so nico and i celebrated by smoking pot (i could barely muster real hits) and watching a 70s flick called Smoke and Flesh, a marijuana-sex movie with sleazy music and such. we just got the projector so the movie was all huge on the wall. it was awesome. tonight we're watching alice in acidland. radical.
many of my moments during the past week were full of coughing up mucus and moaning, and lots of gesturing when it hurt too much to speak. that's one of the reasons i went home even though i was sick: so i could just sign to everyone and not deal with speaking.
my brother just got home from perth, australia, and he was full of amazing stories about seeing actual kangaroos box and learning how to spear fish and throw boomerangs from aborigines. his trip sounded amazing. he was dark as shit, tanner than i have ever seen him, and he explained that he stayed right in the area underneath the hole in the ozone layer. well, guess that would explain it!
my parents busted him for smoking (he's 20, but my parents haven't realized it yet). and he promptly gave me up. my parents both turned to me and my mother said: "but, i thought you quit when you were 18!" and i was almost happy that my brother gave me up to soften his pain, because then i got to brag that i hadn't had a smoke in two weeks. and my parents gave me a face of that hurt kind of happy. like a smile that's all twisted and weird. ha. it was awesome. i then tried to prove my anti-smoking crusade by saying that philly was going to ban smoking sooner or later in bars and such and that i was HAPPY about that. then my dad smiled and told me i was a good girl again. ha. my father smoked for 17 years, and he has such wretched feelings about his experience quitting that both of my parents think smoking is the devil's deed. my father told my brother that he and all my cousins who smoke are white trash. that was pretty awesome.
i felt better yesterday than i have felt in a week. day three of the antibiotics really brought the transformation. so nico and i celebrated by smoking pot (i could barely muster real hits) and watching a 70s flick called Smoke and Flesh, a marijuana-sex movie with sleazy music and such. we just got the projector so the movie was all huge on the wall. it was awesome. tonight we're watching alice in acidland. radical.