probably my body has reached a saturation point.
i think i've drank for the last at least six or seven consequtive days/nights.
i'm not bragging--i'm just sayin'.
finally, i think i see the light at the end of the social tunnel-- everyone is going that's going, and almost everyone has come that was going to.
i don't want to finish the gin in my freezer.
no more 'ginapples for me, j'espere.
also-- staying up late:
have gotten to bed before three (but scarcely) twice now-- i may be able to do it. everyone's going, the house will be emptying. we may be in a mellon collie way for a bit, missing you all-- but at least i won't be up as late, or so drunk. mommy and daddy will miss you, but we need to sober up.
my diet needs a tune up. i should probably eat more than bread, butter and garlic.
so now, i think i am officially ill.
what i have been accustomed to treating as allergies, has materialized as an effin' cold, i think.
maybe it was how i've been treating my body.
maybe it was because i let someone with a cold use my toothbrush.
but the best thing about being sick, is the challengeof healing myself.
i love it.
dale said once that i should make it a business-- to nurse people back to health. i would love this-- altho i think i could only do it for people that i liked-- and i would have to be pretty confident about the state of my immune system.
so i'm taking my usual gamut of supplements,
plus i'm trying black elderberry extract, some new oscillo-mimicking stuff, and making a pot o' soupe d'onion with beer and champagne broth, featuring shitake mushrooms and miso (which in itself is a good enough reason to get sick).
and i will stay cool and try to lay low and try not to mourn the loss of everything yet nothing at once.
autumn: come to momma.
summer: fly away home.
i think i've drank for the last at least six or seven consequtive days/nights.
i'm not bragging--i'm just sayin'.
finally, i think i see the light at the end of the social tunnel-- everyone is going that's going, and almost everyone has come that was going to.
i don't want to finish the gin in my freezer.
no more 'ginapples for me, j'espere.
also-- staying up late:
have gotten to bed before three (but scarcely) twice now-- i may be able to do it. everyone's going, the house will be emptying. we may be in a mellon collie way for a bit, missing you all-- but at least i won't be up as late, or so drunk. mommy and daddy will miss you, but we need to sober up.
my diet needs a tune up. i should probably eat more than bread, butter and garlic.
so now, i think i am officially ill.
what i have been accustomed to treating as allergies, has materialized as an effin' cold, i think.
maybe it was how i've been treating my body.
maybe it was because i let someone with a cold use my toothbrush.
but the best thing about being sick, is the challengeof healing myself.
i love it.
dale said once that i should make it a business-- to nurse people back to health. i would love this-- altho i think i could only do it for people that i liked-- and i would have to be pretty confident about the state of my immune system.
so i'm taking my usual gamut of supplements,
plus i'm trying black elderberry extract, some new oscillo-mimicking stuff, and making a pot o' soupe d'onion with beer and champagne broth, featuring shitake mushrooms and miso (which in itself is a good enough reason to get sick).
and i will stay cool and try to lay low and try not to mourn the loss of everything yet nothing at once.
autumn: come to momma.
summer: fly away home.
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