This is the third time I’ve been sick this semester, sick enough to the point of misery, not quite sick enough (yet) to justify going to a doctor. My immune system is incredibly, hopelessly lame. Within the past 24 hours I’ve taken Zyrtec, Aleve, the last drop of liquid Dayquil remaining after I spilled most of it in my purse, Sudafed, Benadryl, more Aleve, a multivitamin, Vitamins B, C, and E. I think that’s about it. Needless to say, I’m kind of zonky right now, so I’ll try to make this post short.
I guess it’s my body’s way of rebelling against me for all the rest I’ve deprived it – I went to about six graduation parties this weekend (geeze, people, can’t we come up with a staggering system for next year’s parties) and an old friend from high school came into town for a day. After the last grad party, the boy, his roomies and the old friend and I were planning on having a nice, calm evening to wind down and catch up on small talk. But then, somehow other people were invited, who invited even more others, who stayed late. During the course of said surprise party, I talked and laughed so much that I lost my voice, and now sound like a 68-year-old chain smoker. We eventually ended up in bed by three.
I realized, by the fifth graduation party or so, that I’ve gotten to know a lot of new people this year – a lot of really awesome people, who I wish I’d known earlier, or spent more time with. I guess staying out late and partying wasn’t the best course of action given my current state, but dammit, why did I have to get sick on graduation weekend? Despite being sick, this weekend has been both extremely fun and bittersweet.
A good proportion of these awesome new people are leaving, and chances are, I will very likely never see them again. I’ve been really bad with keeping in touch with people in the past, and I have a feeling (though I’ll try to work against this) that I’ll probably drop the ball again. We’ll exchange emails for a few months, and then we’ll get busy, something will come up, and then – poof – before I know it, they’ll be strangers.
The boy, as mentioned before, is going to Lebanon. I myself will be cavorting about England and Scotland for a month (thank goodness – I love dear Lawrence, but it seems as though everyone is leaving), but I’ll miss him. I’m currently persuading him to start his own blog, which I will post a link to if my mission is successful.
- ed. – Mission was a success! Here he is: Adonis in Phoenicia
Post a Comment