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Mar. 14th, 2002 03:43 pmThere is good news, and there is bad news.
Funnily enough, I want the good news over with first.
You know "the other thing"? Well, I don't know if it's flu, or his current circumstances, or whatever, but I can actually deal with the idea that, hey, it's never gonna happen but isn't friends good enough? Maybe I don't entirely like it. Particularly since part of the reason I can deal probably has something to do with the fact that, no matter how much I insist that it wouldn't happen -- if indeed it was ever going to happen -- unless there was a lot more going for it in reality i.e. being on the same damn continent, my mother doesn't approve. My mother approved of exactly none of my relationships while they were going on, and a grand total of two of them after their eventual shutdown. So I shouldn't read so much into this. But isn't it odd how, when I finally get up the courage to tell my mother about the "other thing" (and she's at least had the good sense to shut up about the break-up with Mamoru), she disapproves and I immediately switch off?
So here's the world. And here's me in it. And I'm still running some nasty degree of fever, still having to struggle to keep my food down (it's worse now -- at least before I could eat), still having this nightmarish headache and the cough, if anything, has got worse. Then there's the stiff neck and back, the sensitivity to light and the rest of the crap that used to have fiance #2 panicking about potential meningitis. And to think I was thinking about cuba libres at Full Tilt tomorrow night. The best I can hope for is Blarney Stones at the local Italian cafe. Or potentially hot toddies at home. And of course, the worst-case scenario is IV antibiotics at the local hospital.
Question of the Day:
Courtesy Ryu
If you had to pick five songs to describe you, what would they be?
- Garbage -- Only Happy When It Rains
- Staind -- Waste
- Blue Oyster Cult -- Veteran of the Psychic Wars
- Beatles -- Paperback Writer
- Me Mom & Morgentaler -- Oh Well
Only about two of those sounds as if it could be remotely cheerful, doesn't it? Ah well, that's only today. As I said to Ryu, it changes every so often. Like hourly.
Thessaly
Funnily enough, I want the good news over with first.
You know "the other thing"? Well, I don't know if it's flu, or his current circumstances, or whatever, but I can actually deal with the idea that, hey, it's never gonna happen but isn't friends good enough? Maybe I don't entirely like it. Particularly since part of the reason I can deal probably has something to do with the fact that, no matter how much I insist that it wouldn't happen -- if indeed it was ever going to happen -- unless there was a lot more going for it in reality i.e. being on the same damn continent, my mother doesn't approve. My mother approved of exactly none of my relationships while they were going on, and a grand total of two of them after their eventual shutdown. So I shouldn't read so much into this. But isn't it odd how, when I finally get up the courage to tell my mother about the "other thing" (and she's at least had the good sense to shut up about the break-up with Mamoru), she disapproves and I immediately switch off?
So here's the world. And here's me in it. And I'm still running some nasty degree of fever, still having to struggle to keep my food down (it's worse now -- at least before I could eat), still having this nightmarish headache and the cough, if anything, has got worse. Then there's the stiff neck and back, the sensitivity to light and the rest of the crap that used to have fiance #2 panicking about potential meningitis. And to think I was thinking about cuba libres at Full Tilt tomorrow night. The best I can hope for is Blarney Stones at the local Italian cafe. Or potentially hot toddies at home. And of course, the worst-case scenario is IV antibiotics at the local hospital.
Question of the Day:
Courtesy Ryu
If you had to pick five songs to describe you, what would they be?
- Garbage -- Only Happy When It Rains
- Staind -- Waste
- Blue Oyster Cult -- Veteran of the Psychic Wars
- Beatles -- Paperback Writer
- Me Mom & Morgentaler -- Oh Well
Only about two of those sounds as if it could be remotely cheerful, doesn't it? Ah well, that's only today. As I said to Ryu, it changes every so often. Like hourly.
Thessaly
