Around 5am this morning. I was haunted all night. Uneasy.
Elliott woke up with a bad dream and came to our bed for a bit. Then I felt the gurgle. The spin. The twisting rumble of everything inside me demanding exit. Now. So here I am, early afternoon, in bed and exhausted like a Saturday hang over. I don’t feel too bad or too good. I don’t dare eat anything. My head hurts.
Starbucks sucks – :: tangent :: yeah, I said that. Read it again — Starbucks sucks. Then again, most people don’t get to have fresh roasted coffee every morning. I’m now a coffee snob (to add to my list of snobbery — music, books and movies).
I’m hot, then cold, then shivering, then sweating. But thankfully I\’m not doubled over in pain, writhing on the bathroom tile, cooling myself on the toilet asking for death. I’ve got that going for me. I don’t dare say this is the flu, because it\’s not bad, but then again, I might actually just get it mildly this year (wouldn’t that be toot-sweet). Isn’t the week over yet? It should be Friday of next week by now. Quite possibly the longest and most dull week of my young life.
Maybe I have mono …