Today was the first day my energy started to return to my weak limbs and oxygen to my pathetic lungs. I've been carrying a fever for 10 days, spending a majority of those days lying helpless on the couch, wrapped in a blue afghan, with my head engulfed by a large squishy pillow.
Being sick allows you to retreat into childhood and indulge in forgotten luxuries; sipping antioxidant-overloaded juices through striped straws, licking colorful popsicles that still advertise lame riddles on the sticks, and of course Jello. And you can be completely lazy and get away with it, watching hours of T.V. from Burn Notice marathons to Tom Selleck movies.
But I can't take it anymore. I want to lift weights again, skateboard off the steps of the front porch, go for a long drive through the back roads... I want to eat real, solid food, none of this neon colored, liquefied bullshit. Give me a goddamn cheeseburger, NOW!!!
Anyway, I'm finally recovering and just in time since I have an important interview coming up. It's for a writing position - something I'm actually interested in and exactly what I need - It's located in Pittsburgh, but I'm pretty sure it's a work from home kind of deal. Needless to say I'm excited.
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