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December 18, 2003

Call me Crazy

"You want a coke? Maybe some fries? The roast beef combo's only 9.95"

It's smells like broccoli where I am. I don't know what that's all about, but man it's just not cool. Potent, potent broccoli. It's not that I mind broccoli so much, or really at all, but having it scent lingering ambiently all around is a little unsettling. Someone must do something.

I'm so anxious to get my final final over and done with so that maybe, just maybe I can take my first deep breath in two weeks, and try to unhunch my shoulders a bit. My throat has been swelling up on me. I'm fighting it with all the vitamins I can find, so we'll see if I emerge victorious. I do feel somewhat successful already, as I swore up and down that I would not allow myself to get sick before school was over. There's a plague of sorts running rampant in San Diego. Everyone, and I do mean everyone has come down with it. And it's ugly, too. I'm at work or at my friend's houses, washing my hands like a maniac, praying that I'll be spared from that demon-virus.

The dog has conjunctivitis....
Jeezus, I'm going to get pink eye from the dog.
The irony.

Oh well, I suppose I'll manage.
Nothing could be worse than my recent total loss of sanity. In truth, I thought I had reached that point quite some time ago, but then when the last of it was actually gone I realized I had been operating on fumes for the last year or so.
I'm not crying in my beer, though. I don't actually have a beer at the moment, but I like the phrase. I'm standing on the imaginary docks I just created, and waving goodbye to my saner self, who is sunning herself on an imaginary deck chair, atop the imaginary cruise-liner that is just setting sail for the Bikini Islands. "Bon voyage!" I holler in my head, to myself. "Bring me back an islander! Or at least come back with a tan!"

She gives a distant wave, and then stands up and without a pause, throws the deck chair overboard and gives me the finger. She's not coming back, apparently. But I don't even notice, and just keep right on waving. Forever.

Posted by kati at December 18, 2003 12:14 PM