when the mind is willing, but the meat is weak.
i’m lying in bed. it’s three in the afternoon. i have a low-grade fever, and my entire respiratory system is laboured with a viral cold.
in august.
there’s about a 98 percent probably that i caught the bug from svairini, when i helped her move to her new home sunday. admittedly, this was more than what i had bargained for.
i just took a round of nyquil about ten minutes ago, which means i’ll probably fall back into a fog-induced dream state. i hate that stuff, cos it makes me hallucinate. and not in a fun way.
this fall-to-illness could not have come at a more ill-opportuned time. i was slated to meet with a friend this evening, someone who i haven’t seen in at least six months. i’m also trying to find ways of making money for the month of october and get al lot of my house in order for when i move on to seattle.
nothing ever goes to plan.