pride comes before a fall
so, as i've apparently announced to everyone i know (seriously, last night people were coming up to me saying things like "so i saw on facebook that you were sick." i don't know how i feel about that) i am sick. i am sick because i was bragging to a sick diana about how i hadn't gotten sick yet and feeling mighty pleased with myself. and as i usually tend to do when i'm sick, i've been going out drinking/smoking as soon as i get remotely better, ensuring that i will wake up the next morning feeling awful and prolonging this bullshit weeks longer than necessary. i just can't control myself, at all, apparently.
still waiting to hear back from trader joe's. i have begun to compile a list of things that i am going to buy when i get a job (because at the moment i can't buy shit. thank god my tax return came or i would be up shit creek without a paddle)
1) a haircut
2) new shoes (i have to duct tape my old boots that have a hole in the heel, or at least i would, if i had any duct tape)
3) a spring coat
4) a subscription to the believer
this list will be added to as time goes on.
so what should i talk about, now that i'm stuck in bed and bored out of my snot-clogged mind?
i'm getting skinnier because i can't swallow! so at least there's a silver lining to this cloud! (kidding! kidding!)
there's something about physical discomfort that completely renders the subject unable to conceptualize anything else. all i can talk about to anyone is the fact that i'm sick. did you know i'm sick? i'm sick. i was a little better yesterday, but today i'm sicker. two days ago i was about as sick as i am today but i was coughing instead of sore throating and in the middle my sinuses got kind of bad and i wonder when i'm going to get better and blah blah blah blah
it's like how suddenly i've started talking about the weather. now that i have it.
and.
yeah.
time for more tea.
still waiting to hear back from trader joe's. i have begun to compile a list of things that i am going to buy when i get a job (because at the moment i can't buy shit. thank god my tax return came or i would be up shit creek without a paddle)
1) a haircut
2) new shoes (i have to duct tape my old boots that have a hole in the heel, or at least i would, if i had any duct tape)
3) a spring coat
4) a subscription to the believer
this list will be added to as time goes on.
so what should i talk about, now that i'm stuck in bed and bored out of my snot-clogged mind?
i'm getting skinnier because i can't swallow! so at least there's a silver lining to this cloud! (kidding! kidding!)
there's something about physical discomfort that completely renders the subject unable to conceptualize anything else. all i can talk about to anyone is the fact that i'm sick. did you know i'm sick? i'm sick. i was a little better yesterday, but today i'm sicker. two days ago i was about as sick as i am today but i was coughing instead of sore throating and in the middle my sinuses got kind of bad and i wonder when i'm going to get better and blah blah blah blah
it's like how suddenly i've started talking about the weather. now that i have it.
and.
yeah.
time for more tea.