It took me five minutes to remember today was Friday. Time has slipped away into a snowy blur of discomfort and disjointed sleep. 2 hours... 30 minutes... 5 hours... what time is it? I slept too much because it's all my body wanted me to do and every time I woke up I was dry-throated and disoriented. I miss home - Denver, home, not really any more or less than I thought I would. I think I miss it more right now because not being able to be there means one more day I'm tediously recovering from being too sick and one more day there's once again too much snow - everywhere, too much snow. A word to the wise, when finding oneself with a sore throat? If that sore throat lasts more than a couple days and if it's mainly located in one area? Get it checked out as soon as humanly possible: do not pass go; do not collect 200 dollars. I waited too long, and a throat infection got much worse before it got any better. I had one of those cartoon-gigantic shots stuck into my hip. I've been unable to swallow, which got me dehydrated. I've been unable to eat, which made me nauseous in combination with the antibiotics. I've been unable to speak, and am still struggling with that, which is incredibly irritating and borderline pathetic-amusing all at the same time. I'm slowly on the uphill, but it's going to be a long and painful climb and there's quite honestly no end in sight, because it feels like sleep erases the progress that was done and in the morning I'm forced to start all over again - like a modern day, bacteria-infected Sisyphus.

I'm bored, really. The things I want to watch, the things I could pass my time with, are all mostly in Denver. I have a gnawing urge to listen to the Dresden Dolls and pour my thoughts out onto paper - I would kill for a blank sketchbook at the moment. I'm hoping my body and mind doesn't yet again totally give out on me and I can hold onto this surge of creative feeling and apply it to something, somehow, in the span of the day. Curse the last few day's lost productivity, or I'd probably have it and a better idea of a new camera in my hands right about now. My biggest worry right now is that I won't be doing any better by even Sunday, and not only will that mean I'll have seen none of my friends, but also that I never had time to go out with my dad and look for the digital SLR I'm only grasping at with my hopes and fancies.

I'm craving pizza and nachos and a whole variety of things I'd probably find difficulty in swallowing. Curse the active imagination of a stomach. Curse the slow progress of antibiotics I should have started sooner. Curse the snow for refusing to cease here or in Denver, as it's only adding to my bat-shit stir-crazy.

2007 now seems more like an escape from the worst week to end a year, ever, fingers crossed too much of this doesn't splash over into next year.

Labels: frustration, little progress, snow, stir-crazy, strep throat