|
|
|
Well, looks like it's Friday. Sadly I'm not fully healed yet - my nose still wants to drool all over the place and my throat hurts a bit. It's too bad really . . . I cleaned the church, finished reading the majority of the necessary chapters of my chemistry book, and played a bit of Starcraft. I think the best part of the day was when I went outside and just sat in the sun for a few minutes. Sometimes when you're sick and uncomfortable, just lounging in the sun feels good. About the chemistry though . . . I've been reading it because Mr. Mucklin is a good professor, but he has trouble elaborating on things. He just tells you what it is, but he doesn't tell you why; and with a chapter that is full of theory, it is important to understand both why and how something works. It doesn't look as though Merlin is going to be able to get a ride home from swing dancing this evening, so he probably won't go. It's kind of disappointing, I like it when he shows up, it's always more fun. I'm sick right now anyway though, so swing dancing is going to be a bit low key . . . only slow songs. I'm going to try to call my coach and see if he wants me to compete tomorrow . . . and how he feels about the fact that I'm sick and coughing up little green monsters that run away after I'm done with them. Sickness is misfortune. I don't like misfortune. My Uncle Tom told me the other evening, "Women are not sex objects, they are hazards." I thought it was funny, so I decided to write it down here so that I can remember it if I ever get a chance to look back on it. Wise saying. Man, being sick is cruddy, but I still feel so good. Back
to Home / Back
to Entries Page |