Friday, January 27, 2006
I am officially ill! The doctor lady this afternoon informed me I had a one hundred degree temperature. Right now I am sucking a Halls. Es schmeckt mir gut. Ich habe heute immerzu gegessen, weil am Wochenende ich nur Wasser getrunken werden. Over the past week I completely weaned myself off of soda pops, and now must eliminate the mannish energy drinks and chocolate milks. The latter make me lethargic, which tonight, zum Beispiel, has combined with the pressure in my sinuses to make me a frightening creature to behold in semi-darkness, as the light in the sky fleets away.
The doctor recommended I purchase a humidifier or a vaporizer, wear it for two weeks, then take Claritin-D for two weeks further if the prior method fails to remedy my nightly nose bleeds. If Claritin-D rectifies nothing, then am I permitted to return for an analysis for possible allergens accosting my apparently Lubbock-weak immune system. In Katy my sinuses were fine, and I only rarely became ill, usually upon having contracted something from one of my numerous siblings. Lubbock literally makes me sick and thereupon desirous of death. The doctor stated she could not permanently humidify the environment around me, but I suspect she does, indeed, possess the secret cure which would enable me to breathe without producing more blood than mucus. There must be some sort of head bubble I can affix at my shirt collar, reproducing Houston's humidity, replete even with rose-orange-hued smog, whence stems, I am certain, my shortness of breath since moving to Lubbock. I need the smog to breathe!
This evening I splurged for posters, they being on sale and me wanting to avoid Deutsch reading. I assured myself I would only enter the room (this was on campus, at the student union) for a peek at things... so then I left with three purchases, the fourth being free, yet not sticky-fingered.
The actual poster is not this image, but is one from this photograph series.
My aching sinuses had me thinking about guns.
My aching sinuses had me thinking about guns.
I settled for a group photo, not having found "Kermit Kline".
Malcolm X and the Muppet gang will, of course, be somehow displayed beside or opposite each other. I rationalized this expenditure with the recollection that over the next two weeks I am subbing for a girl at work and receiving thence overtime. I believe this argument follows the same line as the one I use to explain drinking SlimFasts in lieu of chocolate milk with meals.
I had been worried I would not have time this weekend to complete homework with any time to spare, but tonight I still have three or four hours I shall alot to writing an analysis of the cat story (things do not bode well, in the end, for the red kitty...). Tomorrow I volunteered to judge rounds at the debate tournament beginning early in the morning until afternoon, with time between to read the seminar texts. Sunday evening I shall either visit Megan and watch her knit my arm warmers, or I shall study intensely either German or Greek. If Megan and I play, I could still finish anything neglected Monday morning, after weight training class.
I like scheduling things.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:01 PM]