yay for the flu!
I fell asleep at 10pm with a towel wrapped around my sopping wet hair at about 1030 Thursday evening. Next thing I knew it was 745 on Friday morning and I'm going to be late for work and I have a sore throat. Fuck.
But so far this cold/flu thing has panned out quite nicely. I've been turning to some self-imposed isolation as of late, and darn if the flu ain't a good reason to do so. I stayed in and read all night last night and went to bed at 11. Woke up at 9 today, read till noon then went to Hard Times Cafe and stuffed myself silly whilst continuing my book. Yes, I'm the fat girl sitting alone at a restaurant, eating a bacon cheeseburger, chili-cheese fries and a rootbeer float, and fuck if I didn't enjoy every minute of it.
Afterwards I went to miss Marcia's house. We talked about school and nonsense for a little bit and then realized that it was a beautiful fucking day, so we went to the park and walked the trail for a bit. One of the things I truly appreciate about that girl is the fact that you can spend 3 hours with her and she might not say a damn thing. I know a lot of people find it daunting, but between the two of us it's never awkward, and when I'm feeling run down it's nice to not have to constantly analyze and assess a stream of conversation... to just be quiet and walking and notice that the greenery holds sprinklings of blue berries and pink flowers, and little cicada holes in the ground that you might not notice if you were busy thinking about something else. And to laugh at musicians who fail to realize words like "kelp" should never, never be used in a song.
Then I stopped by Atomic and bought a footswitch for my new amp and went home, and just spent the last couple of hours watching ashton kutcher fail to act his way out of a paper bag in the Butterfly Effect. And now I'm going to either watch more TV or read some more. They say the secret to being happy is to notice the beauty in little things, and shit, I think being sick when I want a reason to take it easy and be alone is just fuckin grand.
Despite my attempts to shut the world out little pieces of it keep scratching at my window and offering interesting discoveries about myself, life and everything else in it: betrayal that you've been expecting is little more than a source of morbid amusement when it actually comes to pass - all the better to clear my life of people who don't deserve to be in it; Locks of hair can bring about surprisingly pleasant reactions; Unexpected run-ins can leave one both giddy and disappointed at the same time. Hello, my name is Dawn. Is that reproach I see in your eyes? I do hope so.
Oh well. Back to my regrouping. Rawk.
But so far this cold/flu thing has panned out quite nicely. I've been turning to some self-imposed isolation as of late, and darn if the flu ain't a good reason to do so. I stayed in and read all night last night and went to bed at 11. Woke up at 9 today, read till noon then went to Hard Times Cafe and stuffed myself silly whilst continuing my book. Yes, I'm the fat girl sitting alone at a restaurant, eating a bacon cheeseburger, chili-cheese fries and a rootbeer float, and fuck if I didn't enjoy every minute of it.
Afterwards I went to miss Marcia's house. We talked about school and nonsense for a little bit and then realized that it was a beautiful fucking day, so we went to the park and walked the trail for a bit. One of the things I truly appreciate about that girl is the fact that you can spend 3 hours with her and she might not say a damn thing. I know a lot of people find it daunting, but between the two of us it's never awkward, and when I'm feeling run down it's nice to not have to constantly analyze and assess a stream of conversation... to just be quiet and walking and notice that the greenery holds sprinklings of blue berries and pink flowers, and little cicada holes in the ground that you might not notice if you were busy thinking about something else. And to laugh at musicians who fail to realize words like "kelp" should never, never be used in a song.
Then I stopped by Atomic and bought a footswitch for my new amp and went home, and just spent the last couple of hours watching ashton kutcher fail to act his way out of a paper bag in the Butterfly Effect. And now I'm going to either watch more TV or read some more. They say the secret to being happy is to notice the beauty in little things, and shit, I think being sick when I want a reason to take it easy and be alone is just fuckin grand.
Despite my attempts to shut the world out little pieces of it keep scratching at my window and offering interesting discoveries about myself, life and everything else in it: betrayal that you've been expecting is little more than a source of morbid amusement when it actually comes to pass - all the better to clear my life of people who don't deserve to be in it; Locks of hair can bring about surprisingly pleasant reactions; Unexpected run-ins can leave one both giddy and disappointed at the same time. Hello, my name is Dawn. Is that reproach I see in your eyes? I do hope so.
Oh well. Back to my regrouping. Rawk.