Never: A dull moment.
Music: Genesis - Mama
Mood: Nothingness

On Wednesday I got home from class and felt great. The weather has felt great lately and we're supposed to be in the 60's for the rest of the week. But for some reason when I finally got back to my place, I started to feel really sick. I mean, my joints hurt, my head hurt and my throat hurt. It just hurt to move. But I did not want to acknowledge that I was getting sick. So instead of going to bed right away I stayed up till 2, at which point I realized I wasn't getting sick, I was sick. So I plummeted into my bed for one of those "freezing cold - burning hot" restless nights. Around 3 or 4 or so, I heard some yelling and it was Sarah in the other bed (I didn't want her to get sick too) - so I wandered over to her and woke her up and apparently she was having a nightmare about the civil war... um.. okay. So I laid with her a few minutes and she askd why I was sleeping alone and I told her I was feeling sick.

So around 5am, I am woken up by Sarah who tells me I was crying in my sleep. She feels my head and exclaims that I'm burning up. She tells me I should take a cold bath but I keep saying I just wanted to sleep and I'd be better in the morning. She asked if I wanted a cold towel for my head because it'd feel good, but I said no. Still, being a girl and knowing whats best, she ignored me and went and got me a cold towel - which did indeed feel great. Thanks babe.

Anyhow, morning finally came around and I did feel a lot better... but still not "well". I went with Sarah to Room 12 for lunch, which is a fantasmic restaurant across the street from me that we always go to when she's here. We've become regulars and now this one waiter always says hi to us (he's a great guy too). He brought us a free desert thing too (pancackes with bananas and strawberries and this really tasty fruity/nut butter) - which was really nice. After lunch we watched TV and I cried, no sobbed, during this plastics commerical that had an old woman flashbacking to her youth while she was having brain cancer surgery.. I'm going to chalk up my emotional instablity that round to my sickness, though. *sigh*

My bones still hurt. I'm probably just putting off being really sick. Damn.

So, this will probably be my last posting for a week or so. I'm catching a plane to Flordia on Monday to spend spring break there. I don't like flying, so I'm kinda scared about the whole thing. Which I know sounds very pussy, but I can't help it. So, yeah, if something happens --- thank you to all of you who've been a friend to me, in whatever capacity. You all mean something very special to me and I've valued our relationship more than you could ever know.

Yeah, just wanted to say that... *cough*

I'm still sick.

Next update I'll talk about the drunk guy who got into some lady's back seat and how she jumped out of her car and started pleading with him to get out. And how I hopped into Stefin's car and told them to call the po-po and start driving.

It was surreal like. And very scary. It involves lots of cops, too.
- posted by Brendan @ 12:51 PM 0 comments