i've been sick since saturday, like a horrible, clouding headcold, and a high-feeling fever. i don't own a thermometer, and i'm not sure if i know what a low fever feels like, but i am sure it would not be as impressive as my great, steaming flesh was for those days. i missed about twenty-four hours of work.
yesterday i plodded around and i sneezed and i cleaned my room, extensively. many were the buttons of killoggian lore in my dresser (which i emptied, flattened, and left out back), brad deason and zack soto originals. how fun!
many also were the coins of pant and purse. i collected them in a tiny cauldron and a sherbet container for the night and counted them today into neat rows on the freshly bared floor. thirty-nine dollars, or thereabouts! i put each denomination in a titled plastic bag and enjoyed a stroll to the bank.
misfortune, then, when my loose change was refused. they offered me rolls so that i might "d.i.y.", but i declined and bought with my chaotic fortunes a box of
instead softcups and a very rustic soy mocha from caribou coffee. josh, are you ready to be initiated?
sated and progressively minded, i visited friend jason in his shop and purchased an orange dress that reins in my busom and is trimmed in rope detail. a fine garmet to wear in the worship of the lords natural!
and, at last, apon entering my home, i find the building doors are again falling from their hinges, and i note that requests left against the doors previously had been adhered there by band-aids. so resourceful!
now i will listen to music on headphones, later i may even eat somewhere new.
