03.22.2004
I'm sick and nobody loves me. There's no time like major illness to remind someone that they are a) single and b) 1,500 miles away from their family. Someone bring me chicken soup, dammitt!
I've been in bed for 6 days now, minus a stint Friday to see Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (brilliant! brilliant!). I don't recommend braving the Kendall Sq. Cinema on a Friday night with three opening movies if you've got a fever and have just taken several handfuls of Dayquil. I was ushered dazed through the sea of squealing moviegoers and into the hot darkness. Turns out it was the perfect mind state to see that movie in.
God, it was beautiful.
So now after all this time in my apartment with seven channels of TV and sans the mobility for the video store journey, I have taken to performing mundane tasks such as removing all the keys from my laptop and cleaning them with a q-tip. I discovered an M&M lodged underneath the space bar which explained a few things.
Headache, fever, sinus infection, sore throat, barking cough, and I'm going to choke these fucking parakeets if they don't shut up. They are searing my brain. They've been fighting and quarbling for the past few weeks -- maybe they broke up. Wouldn't it suck to break up and be stuck in the same cage for the rest of your life?
My favorite thing about Robitussin: on the bottle it says, "For a more productive cough."
Two weeks, one day, 12 hours, 34 minutes and 26 seconds. 232 cigarettes not smoked. As if I could, even if I wanted to.
~jt
- 03.22.2004
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