the sudafed stopped working

Happy New Year!

As I've been sick for about 11 days, I'm emerging from a kind of funk that's not especially condusive to New Years glee... blah. But school starts in the morning, so hold on tight, people, here comes normal life!

I'll get back to posting this week, I've just not felt like it this week... or like doing much of anything, really.

To Emily, wherever this may find her... I miss you! Amsterdam is awfully selfish to keep you away all this time. That said, hunt down a couple Van Goghs for me and salute them in my name, if you please.

"puppies, puppies, where are you? police! somebody! help me! oh hoh hoh hoh"

(name that quote!)

so i've been sick for about 5 days now, and not petty sniffly sick, either. horrid, unbeatable, dizzying sick. blah. and last night i apparently lost my voice. this presents a problem, because people around here have been awfully questiony today. it's like at the dentist, when they stick all those awful metal things in your mouth and then ask you all those questions and talk about baked potatoes. terrible.

i really should have learned sign language when i had the chance. or mime. or telepathy.

(halloooo there)

i know i'm not much of a posty posterson this week... i have an explaination, though.

my internet is down, horror of horrors. normally i would rejoice in the detox, but i'm sick right now and when one is sick one doesn't just want to sit around on ones behind and watch movies. well, sometimes one does, but i rather don't. so blah for being sick, and blah for no internet... blah blah blah blah blah.

.cold.tired.oneshoeon.oneshoeoff.hintingsofsorethroat.toomuchtodo.auditiontomorrow.monologuescaresme.help.help.todayhasbeenok.butithasnotbeengreat.

Thankfulness

Well... yesterday was bad, but today I'm thankful. And, oddly enough, after yesterday's stupidity, the one thought that I couldn't get out of my head last night as I forced myself to destress by watching reruns of The Nanny (love, love, love) was .... I Want A Sandwich.

Yes, my gut instincts are not limited to fight or flight.

Fight or Flight or Sandwich.

And it reminded me of this delightful quote:

“Can I share with you my worldview? All of humankind has one thing in common: the sandwich. I believe that all anyone really wants in this life is to sit in peace and eat a sandwich.”

- Tina Fey, 30 Rock

How true.

So tonight I will have a sandwich. And then I'm sure I won't be sick anymore.

Today I am thankful for:

Sandwiches, of course.

Ginger ale.

Friends who send out-of-the-blue messages just because.

The ability to eat cheese.

Backpacks that don't hurt.

Socks.

Puffy blankets.

These things.

BB gun, and step on it!

This is not my negative space. I don’t want to pollute it with things-that-go-into-my-negative-space. But I thought perhaps I’d give you some insight into my day. Actually, my week.

As you know, I got a ticket Sunday night. Still smarting from that. Well, as I was already looking out on the week with a less-than-positive eye, this morning’s hours of studying for the SAT, then realizing I hadn’t finished my Spanish homework and rushing to finish ... this didn’t help with the positivity thing. After a piece of toast (I miss real breakfast), I rushed out the door and hurried to class, feeling bad about the day, the month, the life.

However, on the way I discovered a little cupcake bakery on the way, and made a mental note to stop by on my way home. Suddenly the day went up a few shades in brightness. Then my current happy song came on the radio. And I knew. The worm has turned, being trodden upon. Things were going up. ... or ... so I thought. Oh ho ho ho naive child that I was!

In class we were given an unanticipated test. I ate three lollipops. That was lunch. Then after class and study group, as I was driving home, the car made a loud POWkablang, let out a puff of dark smoke, and shuddered to a halt. When I, in desperation, tried to turn it on again, it shuddered and jumped for about 8 seconds, and then started moving on its own volition (yikes!) and then stopped again.

Hmm.

So I called a tow truck. It took him an hour and 15 minutes to get there. While I waited I realized I hadn’t eaten for real, so I got a donut from a really rude pastry maker. When he finally arrived, I turned my back on the donut for one second and a bird ate it.

Oh. Well. That’s super helpful.

Well, after I finally got home I started feeling sick. Which is impossible, as I’m pretty sure they make you take the SAT even if you’re sick. Throwing up. Fainting in the aisles. You gotta stay in there!

So the thing is... I know this will pass. Things will be better soon. Saturday night, probably. But right now... ugh. Bad. Things can only go up! I hate that my writing and conversation doesn’t involve verbs anymore... lives should have verbs in them! This will pass.

(You know, I think the worst part of the day may have been the donut/bird incident. Really. Is that sad?)

yeep, squeeep

tonight i had peas, peppers, and pie for dinner. it was tasty.

feeling a bit under the weather (absolutely ridiculous phrase by the way) ... in a really annoying way. my throat hurts, and though i feel like i've a rather high fever, every time i take my temperature (which is often, thanks to the delightfully amusing beep the thermometer makes when it's done. one can't help but try again.) it says i'm actually disturbingly below the normal temperature. as in... 96.8.

sceeeeeeeered!

t'isnt lyme disease! 'twis garlic flu!

i have come to the conclusion that my illness is not lyme disease, because i don't believe in lyme disease. i don't mean that i don't believe in the fundamental beliefs inherent in lyme disease, i mean that i don't believe it exists. my ailment is...

garlic flu.

my family eats so much garlic (seriously, 8 cloves in one loaf of garlic bread? wow. ) that this is not a suprise. if my hypothesis is correct, i am patient zero in the man-garlic mutation process.

yes, my friends, i am slowly becoming a head of garlic.

one of the more disgusting symptoms of garlic flu is that all the foods not banned by my medication taste remarkably like raw garlic, and are therefore disgusting. yuck.