scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

29.1.08

and me?

i am just sick enough that i can deny it to myself and pretend like i can do everything i can do, that i can go out and walk around all day and not pass out of exhaustion, quite, that if i have just a few sore throat drops then i can ignore it, while still being completely overwhelmed and brought all the way to tears by every tiny little thing. Jambalaya for dinner, by god, because i don't know if hot and sour soup even exists here, and i don't think the fried rice would be quite right and i can't even make it on a good day, let alone when my head is all craptastic, and i think if i tried now it would be a massive disappointment and would not end well. I hate how easy i cry when i'm sick. And then if i stop denying it then i can say it's just a stuffy nose and i think when you are at the tagesmutter's tomorrow i am going to come back and sleep and sleep and sleep and i might stop and get a fifth or so so that i can have tea with lemon and honey and whiskey in it because i have heard that that is a good idea. And it sure sounds like a good idea. Um, i'd have to get lemons, too, then.

Labels: food, health

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