It's official. I'm sick. My throat was a bit raw after my last bike ride (60 miles at 19 mph!), and yesterday it got worse throughout the day. I noticed it yesterday while lifting weights, but that was only a headache. By the time I was heading to bed my congestion had progressed, and it was to the point where I couldn't even get to sleep. I decided the only thing I could do was get as much vitamin c into my body as possible. To put this in perspective, this happened to be the time in the night I would normally be eating some sort of junk food. So I ate three clementines, and I even finished off with a slice chocolate orange. Talk about commitment.
So I went to bed, stayed awake because I was incredibly uncomfortable, and eventually I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is dreaming about paddling a car through deep water and trying to park it between other cars on an embankment. I'm not sure why floating cars were the standard of transportation, but I also distinctly remember being very warm, sweating, and flushed from frustration. So naturally, when I woke up I was expecting to be sweaty, but I was a pretty average temperature. There's nothing quite like assuming you know why a dream was going the way it was and then realizing your explanation isn't applicable. I was sure the fact I was hot was related to the fact I had more covers on my bed than normal (it finally got cold in Iowa, and I shivered for a while before falling asleep), and I'm always looking to explain my dreams, so it was almost disappointing to wake up and not be having an intense fever. I'm still really congested and sore and stuff though. I'm really glad I'm not working today. I woke up before 6:00am got up because I was too uncomfortable to sleep, and then went back to bed once I felt a bit better. So I'm not really on my strict writing schedule, but I'm getting it done gradually between sleepy states.
I've decided the best course of action for writing my personal essay for law school is just to write it here and directed at my normal readers. I figure if I make it genuinely personal, it actually has the best chance of success. So stay tuned for that hopefully next time, but I might wait until I feel better.
Blue bunny ice cream
Chocolate seduction has never had to seduce anyone
it's never had to put on makeup, don a slinky outfit
Or use a sexy voice. Let's be honest:
The seduction is over after I read the word chocolate.
They could call their flavors "chocolate 1" through "chocolate 5"
And I'd still be eagerly reaching for the nearest silverware
Ready to do battle with the chocolate chunks
And stiffened ribbons, freezer fresh and anchored
With spoon-bending rigidity so my knuckles come out
Coated in crystallized, many-times-melted goo.
The distinction eludes me; what makes one chocolate a "Champion"
And the other "seductive?" does the former demand my money outright
While the latter wiles it from my wallet, tenderly taking the bills
Between two fingers, curled eyelashes framing doe's eyes bobbing
In their hypnotic lock until the dainty fingers find a pocket.
Me:
I wrote this post a while ago, but unfortunately it still applies perfectly. I've been coughing fairly constantly for a couple of days. It's really diminishing my willpower. I have plenty of things that need doing, but I keep thinking maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. So far, not so good.
