Recovering
Jan. 8th, 2002 03:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinI am still sick -- I am a symphony of mucous emissions, from my nose to my throat to my mouth.
I have been drooling almost uncontrollably while I sleep. I have been warm, too, which prompts my cat to seek me out any time I get close to a sitting position. She is ready for a nap, man. She sees me as a big, fluffy pillow.
I am missing my friend Mo madly, now. She made me feel better about myself in just a few hours over a couple of Cokes and lukewarm glasses of water at Denny's than I've felt in months. She tells me what's up, we gossip, and it's all shiny and nice and cool. She and I do the late night stupid talk really well. We laugh at dumb things, as if they were comedy gold. We feed off of each other's energy, and I feel extremely lucky to know her and have her as a friend.
It actually tears me apart a little that we are geographically distant, because sometimes I think "I need to hang out with someone cool today," and she will come to mind. I also think of Neschek and asp, and even people I haven't met, like Makonan and Blite. There are so many likeable people in the world, and I let myself get stuck in dead-end friendships because everyone else is always so far away.
I have drunk two containers of orange juice, one liter of ginger ale, demolished a package of saltines, and generally been acting like a very good version of a person with a terrible head cold. Pity me. I am coughing up rather lovely specimins of chunky goo, so I am hoping this thing is on the way out. I never want to fly on a plane in this state of health, ever again. My ears were still un-popping, two days later.
I have been drooling almost uncontrollably while I sleep. I have been warm, too, which prompts my cat to seek me out any time I get close to a sitting position. She is ready for a nap, man. She sees me as a big, fluffy pillow.
I am missing my friend Mo madly, now. She made me feel better about myself in just a few hours over a couple of Cokes and lukewarm glasses of water at Denny's than I've felt in months. She tells me what's up, we gossip, and it's all shiny and nice and cool. She and I do the late night stupid talk really well. We laugh at dumb things, as if they were comedy gold. We feed off of each other's energy, and I feel extremely lucky to know her and have her as a friend.
It actually tears me apart a little that we are geographically distant, because sometimes I think "I need to hang out with someone cool today," and she will come to mind. I also think of Neschek and asp, and even people I haven't met, like Makonan and Blite. There are so many likeable people in the world, and I let myself get stuck in dead-end friendships because everyone else is always so far away.
I have drunk two containers of orange juice, one liter of ginger ale, demolished a package of saltines, and generally been acting like a very good version of a person with a terrible head cold. Pity me. I am coughing up rather lovely specimins of chunky goo, so I am hoping this thing is on the way out. I never want to fly on a plane in this state of health, ever again. My ears were still un-popping, two days later.
