A Thousand Plateaus

spent the past days in a kind of daze. i can’t remember felling that fuzzy ever before. as if i had been drugged. i couldn’t really get up, all my joints hurt, there were waves of sharp, cold pain shooting down my arm arbitrarily and the only thing i could do was turning from left to right in bed, groaning and cursing. i kept the curtains closed and tried to sleep as much as possible. which wasn’t really a problem because my body seemed to be switching back into sleep-mode almost immediately whenever i woke up, not really allowing my consciousness to surface. i couldn’t really eat, even. made myself a chicken soup but only had three spoons of it. i missed jodie’s birthday party but the good news is that she finally has got a new apartment.
i’m feeling a little better now, even though i still have a fever, and when i’m up and walking around in the apartment i can only do so in slow motion. guess that’s what it feels like when you’re old. i’ll probably stay in bed tomorrow too i really feel the urge to go to the gym, though – it’s been four days already!