Have you ever tried speaking on the phone without a voice? Futile, I tell you. But you already knew that.
My throat is killing me, still. There remains little to do but to sleep and be drugged and watch crappy Canadian renditions of American television programs on the internet.
Dreams in such a state are surreal beyond explanation.
I missed English yesterday evening. I hate missing class.
I WANT TO BE FUNCTIONAL AGAIN.
And so I fabricate lofty adventures to carry out when I am well.
Face it, kids, the summer’s done.
I’m taking classes like mad and trying to get back on some sort of track.
And I really don’t know my way around Richmond at all. I got lost like twelve times today. I found myself almost downtown in the sprawling metropolis of Richmond and thought I was going to die.
Today was so tiring and unfulfilling. It feels like the longest semester ever and I’m only a day into it.
I exaggerate like a maestro, but still.
