Well, my routine is shot again. My bronchitis-or-whatever-the-hell-it-is was clearing up, but of course now that tomorrow is supposed to be a beautiful and fun day, my body is acting up to whatever I ate (which was just some chocolate and Instant Potatoes; I haven't been feeling much like eating).
But at least I have my book, which is stuck. At least I have my Sims game, whose progress is being eaten by the game itself (a grave disappeared after almost a bloody year of getting just to where I am). At least I have my movies, which I can't watch with snacks unless I sneak in small stuff that doesn't crumble/isn't juicy. No, I'm not even supposed to have little bits of chocolates in here, but movies just aren't complete without some kind of snack. I'd really prefer something crunchy and salty, but of course that would crumble. But at least I have my health - sort of. I'm still not quite up to one hundred percent; though I might be if I hadn't forgotten three out of four doses of medicine yesterday. And two today. Well, I had been doing well.
I'm off. I need to wash my hair. Tomorrow we might be going down to Rolly Lake if it's open or maybe even White Rock. Or Whitehorse, or whatever the hell it's called. It's a beach, that much I know. I'm thinking of buying some fast food and actually enjoying the outing. Bring a blanket, a camera. Some bug spray. Some bear deterrent. Some pepper spray. Whatever.
I've always wanted to run barefoot across the shore as the tide comes in; leaving my footprints in the sand beside me as the waves crash against my ankles. I've dreamed of riding a horse, too; and eating salmon smoked by a sizzling campfire. Or at least a grill. I just want to get off this damn computer seat and enjoy life before I croak. One day would be nice. One day where I can live all my fantasies. Curl up in a tent in fuzzy pajamas as the Benadryl I'd dribbled on my ice cream induces sleep and kills my motor for twenty hours. Wake up to the next sunset and boot it to the nearest restaurant for chicken burgers and fries; then go home and sit around a table that takes up half the living room and see every single person in my family as we laugh and joke and talk until our lips fall off.
Yep. Sounds wonderful.
But no, I'm going to wash my hair and most likely wake up to just another disappointing tomorrow. But one can dream, can't one?
But at least I have my book, which is stuck. At least I have my Sims game, whose progress is being eaten by the game itself (a grave disappeared after almost a bloody year of getting just to where I am). At least I have my movies, which I can't watch with snacks unless I sneak in small stuff that doesn't crumble/isn't juicy. No, I'm not even supposed to have little bits of chocolates in here, but movies just aren't complete without some kind of snack. I'd really prefer something crunchy and salty, but of course that would crumble. But at least I have my health - sort of. I'm still not quite up to one hundred percent; though I might be if I hadn't forgotten three out of four doses of medicine yesterday. And two today. Well, I had been doing well.
I'm off. I need to wash my hair. Tomorrow we might be going down to Rolly Lake if it's open or maybe even White Rock. Or Whitehorse, or whatever the hell it's called. It's a beach, that much I know. I'm thinking of buying some fast food and actually enjoying the outing. Bring a blanket, a camera. Some bug spray. Some bear deterrent. Some pepper spray. Whatever.
I've always wanted to run barefoot across the shore as the tide comes in; leaving my footprints in the sand beside me as the waves crash against my ankles. I've dreamed of riding a horse, too; and eating salmon smoked by a sizzling campfire. Or at least a grill. I just want to get off this damn computer seat and enjoy life before I croak. One day would be nice. One day where I can live all my fantasies. Curl up in a tent in fuzzy pajamas as the Benadryl I'd dribbled on my ice cream induces sleep and kills my motor for twenty hours. Wake up to the next sunset and boot it to the nearest restaurant for chicken burgers and fries; then go home and sit around a table that takes up half the living room and see every single person in my family as we laugh and joke and talk until our lips fall off.
Yep. Sounds wonderful.
But no, I'm going to wash my hair and most likely wake up to just another disappointing tomorrow. But one can dream, can't one?
Someday, we'll have you up here for a good, long visit in the summer . . . we do camping and campfires (no fish, though, just hot dogs and chocolate and chips and stuff) . . . can't follow it up with a big family event unless everyone else comes up here though :P
ReplyDeleteFor sure, we have to do that. We'll have to tell Mom and L about you not having the fish though. They wouldn't be happy with just junk food. :D
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