2000-01-31

Sniff...

Yeah, I'm still sick.

So now, because it seems appropriate for me to do so, I'm going to fall back on what I used to view as a Diaryland Copout: the here's-what-I'm-doing snapshot. The minimalist portrait of the diarist at leisure.

What I'm wearing: 2 sweatshirts (one from the '91 College Theatre Festival, hosted by Radford University, the second from Emerson College), 2 pairs of L.L. Bean silk longjohns, my track pants, and a pair of hiking socks. Sassy, no?

What I'm listening to: the shrill, whistling sound of air trying to make its way out of my blocked left nostril.

What I'm eating: nothing. Can't taste it; don't want it.

What I'm feeling: my throat is the consistency of raw hamburger. I am a snot-filled balloon. A weepy, overly-layered wreck of a human being.

What I'm thinking: feel sorry for me? Please?

lisamcc at 21:05:18

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