Something I've been thinking about through this haze of sweat and aching: folks who sit on their asses all day doing exactly what I’ve been doing baffles me. After only two days of moving only from bed to kitchen to toilet and back, slowly and painfully because of having absolutely no strength and dizziness, cabin fever is ensuing. I’ve watched everything on the fall tv lineup has to offer (thank god, it's pretty good) and have made a considerable dent on the movies on my hard drive. I wonder how people can do this week in week out? I haven’t left the house since yesterday morning and I’m already climbing the walls.
Although I feel alert, The Headache (it deserves caps/bold) is like someone hit me on the head with a baseball bat. We're not talking someone with normal human strength here, think of hammer-wielding god Thor.
Get me out of this island of sickness I call my bedroom. I need human interaction and for food to stop tasting like rat poison.
Positive note: I watched Drive. LA pulp thriller. Very brutal. Very slick. Great visual flair. Although at times directionless, the acceleration should be enough.
xo em
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