|Capital E, Book of Kells|
Hey! Happy New Year, everyone! I am still sick. Yes, that's right, I've been sick since 2013. Or more precisely, a whole entire week. A WEEK! And I'm four days into a ten-day course of antibiotics, too, which begs the question: at what point should I expect my body temperature to drop below 101 degrees and for each individual alveolus to stop screaming in agony as I spew gobbets of contagion all over the populace? Tomorrow? Tomorrow would be good. Begone, foul pestilence! Begone, I say!
Anyhoo, yeah, I have resolutions. Most of them involving looking totally bangin' at my 30 year high school reunion in August, assuming I go, which I may not. I went to the 10 year reunion and vowed NOT to go to the 20th, and then I went to that and vowed not to go to the 30th, but now there's FACEBOOK and I might like to see some people, maybe? I dunno.
See, here's the thing: I was not popular in high school. I don't mean I wasn't well-liked -- I don't remember much in the way of open hostility -- I just mean that I did no extracurriculars whatsoever and nobody had any idea who I was. I socialized for the most part with a fairly small group (*cough* stoners! *cough*) and I'm not in touch with ANY of them (*cough* prison! *cough*)(*cough* just kidding! *cough*)(sorry, I HAVE A COUGH, and by the way Tessalon Perles are a lie) and they tend not to come to reunions. I did have plenty of friends among the honor students (of which I was not one, but I took the classes anyway) and the art/drama kids for some reason (because they throw the best parties, let's not lie) and it has been very VERY fun getting back in touch with them but I don't know if any of them are going and now I'm having lunch table PTSD and I'm worried about having bingo wings on top of it. My therapist is on vacation, can you tell?
Anyway, resolutions! I'll get right on those. As soon as I quit hacking up a spleen and burning Kleenex with my face.