If modern medical science can come up with cinammon dental floss. . .
. . .then why can't they come up with a cure for the flu?!
yeah. that's my title. of course, it did not fit completely in there, but oh well. I'm not really in a chatty/on-line mood. these last few days I feel myself losing that magical consciousness that comes from forcing myself to stay up insane hours with little food. I feel a bit uncomfortable now; I'm not energetic enough to be happy or silly or lethargic or morose or melancholy or anything. I feel myself fading for some reason.
I thought to-day I was just going to read and go to tai-chi. well, I did manage to read a little bit. but, getting back to my phone call/doorbell/IM theory. . .Miriam called me. No, I wasn't upset about it; I was quite pleased to hear from her and see her. I guess even loosely structured plans like that must unravel gracefully from time to time. proof that the best laid plans can succeed. . .if you're stodgy and don't like fun. but, I digress. so, I was with Miriam. and yeah. she watched tai-chi. and then there was Lisa.
the three of us were at my house. I felt myself bobbing out of consciousness. Hours later, it was time for the "infamous" trip routine. That is to say, these last few months I've developed a system: walk from my house to the Starbucks on McHenry, get coffee, and spend hours in Barnes and Nobles. if you have more money and time, then freakin' a, ice cream or bowling or the pool hall or a movie or something. if not, you drink coffee, look at books you'll never buy or finish reading and yeah. it was an uneventful trip, except for some "Sartre in 90 Minutes" book I was kinda reading. pretty fascinating. even on such uneventful trips, I simply read a few pages and it inspires me sooooo much. it's insanity laced with madness.
yeah. I'm really tired. so tired, I won't be in an IM near you this evening. I snuck on for this. and now, I'm sneaking off for sleep. tomorrow has to be a reading day. maybe even a writing one. gah, I haven't felt this surreal in a while. . .
yeah. that's my title. of course, it did not fit completely in there, but oh well. I'm not really in a chatty/on-line mood. these last few days I feel myself losing that magical consciousness that comes from forcing myself to stay up insane hours with little food. I feel a bit uncomfortable now; I'm not energetic enough to be happy or silly or lethargic or morose or melancholy or anything. I feel myself fading for some reason.
I thought to-day I was just going to read and go to tai-chi. well, I did manage to read a little bit. but, getting back to my phone call/doorbell/IM theory. . .Miriam called me. No, I wasn't upset about it; I was quite pleased to hear from her and see her. I guess even loosely structured plans like that must unravel gracefully from time to time. proof that the best laid plans can succeed. . .if you're stodgy and don't like fun. but, I digress. so, I was with Miriam. and yeah. she watched tai-chi. and then there was Lisa.
the three of us were at my house. I felt myself bobbing out of consciousness. Hours later, it was time for the "infamous" trip routine. That is to say, these last few months I've developed a system: walk from my house to the Starbucks on McHenry, get coffee, and spend hours in Barnes and Nobles. if you have more money and time, then freakin' a, ice cream or bowling or the pool hall or a movie or something. if not, you drink coffee, look at books you'll never buy or finish reading and yeah. it was an uneventful trip, except for some "Sartre in 90 Minutes" book I was kinda reading. pretty fascinating. even on such uneventful trips, I simply read a few pages and it inspires me sooooo much. it's insanity laced with madness.
yeah. I'm really tired. so tired, I won't be in an IM near you this evening. I snuck on for this. and now, I'm sneaking off for sleep. tomorrow has to be a reading day. maybe even a writing one. gah, I haven't felt this surreal in a while. . .