3 Things Thursday
It’s 3:15 and I didn’t go to work today. My throat is angry with me, I think. Red and botched, it’s radiating so much heat, I think you could bloat a Marshmallow. It’s sort of strange. Typing, constructing sentences when I haven’t even talked to anyone today. I wonder if I’ll even make any sense, considering that I’m running a bit of a fever and doped up on so many otc’s. Maybe I’ll come back to re-read this entry and laugh, but today, I’ve been floating amidst a cloud of pillows on an island within 4 walls–yet a happy prisoner, having been given the opportunity to spend quality time with Caroline who lives in my new book, My Abandonment. I love stories about survival. I think that’s where my quasi-obsession with Zombies comes from. It’s been a quick and easy read, and one that I’ve finished in two days. Either Caroline is positively fascinating or listlessly staring at where my pink wall ends and the white of the ceiling begins because you’re too tired to move isn’t fascinating enough (could be a combination of both). I can’t begin to tell you how productive I feel by just typing, lol. So, it’s been an entire day spent snuggling with my book, my hilarious box of tissues that reads “I’m there when you’re sick, feel better, tissue” or “I’m there when you’re sad, love, tissue”, Chap Stick, and Lemon Cough Drops. None of these things can talk, and I’m glad because I’d be in no mood to respond but similarly, they don’t snuggle back.
This is the last thing I ate before I lost my sense of taste (my very least favorite part of being sick. Biscuit, Taters, Turkey Bacon, and Fried Green Tomatoes). I can still remember how it tasted but I’m sure my mouth wouldn’t even appreciate it at this moment. Not to be morbid or anything (but, I am), a few months before, authorities had discovered that one of their Cooks had slaughtered and dumped the body of another employee in a neighboring dumpster, here. Crazy how crazy people can be everywhere. Death was a theme in my book for the sake of survival. In suburbia, what is it that snaps, I’d like to know…
I’m hot, then I’m cold (but this is sooo not a bouncy Katy Perry video). Nodding in and out of sleep, I’ve been having dreams of baked yummies. Hopefully this manifests itself into a video, soon.
Fantasizing about a claw foot tub filled with screaming hot, lavender water and bubbles I could get lost in.
I love you.
Squishy Monster ^.^