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like an angry old man, shaking a fist at the sky...

Saturday, January 03, 2004

i'm fighting illness

i usually don't admit i'm getting sick until i'm actually sick. i like to think of myself as strong in mind when it comes to my body's susceptibility to viral and bacterial assault. i'm proud that last fall, i successfully fought off a cold with three solid quarts of orange juice over three days.

as for the hiatus. i don't know if it's over for sure. the last time i hiated it was more of a self imposed thing, cause i was in a really bad mood, and i didn't want to vent everything here. surprising, considering my almost tourettes-like readiness to discuss my body hair.

this time though, i'm still in a crappy mood, but i just haven't felt like writing. the bug has left me, and i fear it may be some time before it returns to it's former glory. to the good old days when some friends insisted that i publish the rantings of this democracy in book form. i wish i could.

the job at foley's is going well. i've been there for about a month now. got me a little workplace crushing that i'm nursing, like an old man in a home, spending hours with jello. she's cute. a bit like me, which may be worrisome and weird, to say the least. but like i said, cute, and that outweighs the potential for serious neuroses as a deal breaker.

christmas came and went with little fanfare. i got several new dvd's to add to the collection that has grown in fame to near bowie porportions. several seasons of sex and the city. then owning mahowny from the mom, and i bought 28 days later, the conversation and raising victor vargas all on my owns.

riqui came. we did all that we planned to do, and more. evidently, if you give a man enough whiskey, even grass is comfortable enough to sleep on. saw some old friends i hadn't seen in years - one that i hadn't seen since we graduated. saw coach o, which is always a surreal experience.

it's the day after new year's and i've already wanted to run away and have contracted some illness. 2004 may blow.



feeling: sketchy, at best.
thinking of: a nurse - my own personal one, in tight white dress, with a name tag that says "angela".....yeah
song of the day - mozart - la nozze de figaro - sull'aria
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