I'm still feeling quite "under the weather", though my throat is not quite as
aggrivated as it was, thankfully. I no longer need to sip water incessantly to
soothe a swollen throat.. everything is evening out again, at least as far as the cold goes.
I'm alone again today, and though I don't mind it does make a
gloomy day seem just a bit colder, just a bit less welcoming when there is no one around to share it with. I find my mind drifts to the past whenever a day is like this, probably because it holds not much as far as
thought'y content is concerned.
The white noise I'm listen to today is somewhat
depressing, though it has a tinge of a compassion I so desperately need, and there is something comforting about it, perhaps it lies in the
familiarity. This past weekend was a bit much for me, I'm still feeling
distant,
withdrawn, something is amiss, though it's not too entirely terrible, just a little off. I don't like being sick, it tends to destroy my
thought process, and the haze'y feeling the pressure in my sinuses creates leaves me a bit
less than conversational.
There are a few things I need to accomplish this week, mainly because I've been putting them off for far too long.. I'm not too entirely sure why, I just haven't bothered yet:
- Read: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, James Joyce.
- Return a couple of the library books I've had out since Christmas, though I really don't want to. (my library books are late, but i don't care)
- Send out the "dreamy" letters I've completed either tomorrow, or Wednesday. As yossarian always says, health before correspondence. (Actually, he just said it once.) I also need to write three or four more.
- Find something to do for my dad, not so much to make up for the fact that I was far too out of it to do anything for Father's Day, but because he deserves it, and I don't really need any specific day to show him I care, any way.
About a
half an hour ago, I had the urge to sketch.. I've always been partial to
pencil sketching, I just haven't really bothered with it in a while. I was sorely
disappointed by the fact that we don't have a decent pencil in this house, and secondly that by the time I found a
pencil, my inspiration had left and I ended up putting the paper back and coming to write
this day log.
I'm going to try and node a bit more
factual content in the next little while, as soon as I find little pieces of knowledge that might be worthy of
sharing, explaining, and whatnot.
Sometimes I wonder if perhaps I'm just here to watch the world, rather than be an
active participant. There seems to be an awful lot going on in the
universe that I'm not involved with.. leaving me pondering whether or not I'm actually involved with anything
significant at all. And then it hit me..
"WHACK!!! You've just been whacked by a pillow! Forward this to everyone to start
Pillow Fight 2000!!"
A mass
icq url forward.. I've just been pulled unwillingly into some strange
cyber ritual, frightening to say the least. Why do people forward ICQ url things, with no URL? Ah well, I'm not entirely sure who that person was.. but I responded with the following:
"Was that pillow fight url forward a
metaphor, a euphemism? Are you insinuating we should overthrow the government and set all of the criminals crowding our
prisons free? Think of the
implications, man! It's not sane! Please, reconsider.. such actions could have
serious ramifications! Instead, why not just sip from the great
cup of life,
embrace the light, you know? I'll see you on
the flip side."
Time to venture forth into the cold of the day, perhaps do something
useful with my time. Actually, I need to
clean up the house..
Ch-ching. End of daylog, please insert a quarter into floppy drive to go on living after this text has left your monitor. In the event that a floppy drive is not available, a cdrom will suffice.