A Very Important Amount of Nothing.
Mono's over and I'm enjoying a good round of parties and get-togethers, none of which are awkward for anyone except for those exceptional people who seem to think that every social situation is distinctly and torturously more awkward than the last. This summer THUS FAR has been the summer of mono, wikipedia, music composition, writing, reading and other such activities often so often absent from my summers, spending some much needed time with my sister (which would have likely been permanently left undone were it not for getting sick), recutting the home movies and generally doing a very important amount of nothing. I didn't "get" to do anything careerish but I'm not worried. My dad worries me; he just started up his own practice and right now he's going it alone, meaning he's on call all the time. Every time I talk to him I feel this impulse to just go in and relieve him somehow. But alas, I'm not a doctor. This makes me reboot the usual crisis that my career choice is terribly self-centered and unimportant.
I visited an older lady in the hospital named Martha Wasson who has known me since I was two. She had arrested and my parents (medicine people) had been fighting to keep her with us. There are plenty of grotesque writerish details I could share but frankly I think when people write like that they don't really have much respect for the subject, so suffice it to say she wasn't doing well. She told me something, in tone fitting of the sort of thing that someone says from a hospital bed and yet specific enough that I felt there was something bare and honest about it, not simply the all too poetic kind of "stay who you are" or "live without regret" delievered because one feels the circumstances compel it. I think I'll keep it. She just told me to always have music in my life.
I'm getting the tonsils out in two days, but I got bored pretty quickly the last time I was stuck in bed. So name a movie I should rent or website I should visit or activity I should try or especially music I should steal illegally and without remorse from the internet or whatever you can come up with while I'm coked up on codeine and trapped beneath the covers.
Anonymous facebook clicks may apply, you silly things.
I visited an older lady in the hospital named Martha Wasson who has known me since I was two. She had arrested and my parents (medicine people) had been fighting to keep her with us. There are plenty of grotesque writerish details I could share but frankly I think when people write like that they don't really have much respect for the subject, so suffice it to say she wasn't doing well. She told me something, in tone fitting of the sort of thing that someone says from a hospital bed and yet specific enough that I felt there was something bare and honest about it, not simply the all too poetic kind of "stay who you are" or "live without regret" delievered because one feels the circumstances compel it. I think I'll keep it. She just told me to always have music in my life.
I'm getting the tonsils out in two days, but I got bored pretty quickly the last time I was stuck in bed. So name a movie I should rent or website I should visit or activity I should try or especially music I should steal illegally and without remorse from the internet or whatever you can come up with while I'm coked up on codeine and trapped beneath the covers.
Anonymous facebook clicks may apply, you silly things.