05-24-01
Being under the weather is extremely difficult.
Especially when you have made the mistake of eating canned ravioli, and then have the hiccups for a half-hour straight.
And you are being followed around and incessantly babbled at by a moron, who greeted you this morning with, "I know you didn't feel well yesterday, so I kept it to myself, but today, I couldn't leave my personal life at home. It's like Murphy's Law; everything that could go wrong today has."
But after escaping work, you went to Goodwill to look for a copy of Angels and Visitations by Neil Gaiman, which is out of print, unavailable for purchase under $100, and has been stolen, along with every other Neil Gaiman book, from your local library. Of course, you didn't find one, because that would be incredibly unlikely, but you tried anyway because you once saw a signed Clive Barker book at the very same store for $6. Instead, you find an ancient copy of The Man with the Golden Gun, which nicely adds to the copy of Goldfinger already on your bookshelf.
Foolishly, you decide to have burgers and fries for dinner, which once again fail to agree with you, but the toast and jam you ate to supplement the lost meal not only make you happy, but taste darn swell.
You also make a mental note to hit your mom up for another jar of apricot-pineapple preserves*, the next time you're home, because it is your favorite, and your jar is almost empty.
And then you decide to go to bed, because you're tired from being under the weather. Which you do.
*Because, if you were me, your mom would make the most fantastic jam ever, out of fresh Colorado apricots and the finest Hawaiian pineapple.
