August
14, 2002
please hold for your next sickness
a few minutes to midnight
I have recently been plagued with a stunning amount of nearly 10 ulcers in my mouth. In a
span of two days. Fucking yuck.
The doctor gave a big smile after poking and prodding with
ice cream sticks and said that I should go home and wait for more symptoms to show.
Oh, so it's nothing YET, you say, Doc? So I'll just skip on back home waiting for my
rashes, vomiting and fever to occur, thank you very much. It was disturbing to know that I
actually had to anticipate more horrible things to happen. She gave me the typical oral
aid that numbed my mouth for five minutes and gave coherent speech for an hour after.
But I've been lucky so far. Three ulcers have
vanished though the remaining ones grew in size, I was happy nonetheless, despite the fact
that a toddler would sound like a talkshow host compared to me.
I'm having a lot of problems with my biography section. I know it's normal for people with
websites to have one, I just seem to have trouble writing my own. I've even asked other
people to write lil biographical notes on me and I hope that will suffice. But knowing how
friends are, they'll be very nice and conveniently forget to mention my bad points
(because I know there are bad points aplenty), or maybe they'll write it in such a way it
seems that I've passed on and it's my funeral speech.
I'm counting the minutes to call Soren to wish him happy birthday. Only a few more minutes to midnight. I'm even wondering if I've got his birthday right. I already have his present, a big comfy Levi's orange longsleeved tee, with the words "Life is nothing without music" in a lil warped navy blue style. I loved it, I wanted it actually when I first saw it, but since it's a man's shirt and they only stocked it in large sizes I decided why not for Soren?
I wonder if that constitutes as leftovers... it doesn't really matter, I just want someone to wear that shirt. It's hanging in my closet now, XL i think, and it's so big I could just slip it on and walk down a street in New York with a belt around it, cow-print knee-high socks and nike sneakers to start a new trend. But actually what I really want to do is slip it on and snuggle into bed with it. Hah.