2003-08-02 - 7:58 p.m.
Damnit, I am still sick. It will be a week tomorrow that everything has smelled and tasted like rubbing alcohol. Grr. Friday afternoon the fever came back, which *should* have been hallucinatory and entertaining, but instead mostly made me sweaty and crabby. (Hey, Sweaty and Crabby would make great dwarf names. Remind me of that when I'm well.)
Today I decided that, come hell or a gallon of phlegm, I was going for a bike ride on the river. An hour or so later, when I was back and in the shower, it occurred to me that damp, cold air was maybe not the way to get healthy. Screw it. At least my calves feel good again. And the bike missed me, I know she did.
Afterwards I headed down to the East Bay for a well-deserved dose of buttons and matzoh ball soup. After a few more stops and about $100 worth of purchases - I'll detail them tomorrow with pictures - I headed to Miss Beek and Cec's, where dinner was Chinese sauteed spinach and wor won ton soup. I am getting really fucking tired of soup, but it's the only thing that tastes like food. Grr again.
On a completely different note, I'd like to say *thank you* to Target for stocking this bra. I'm wearing it now and must say that my rack has never looked better. Even in my weakened state, cleavage is good. Especially since Cec is dragging me out to drink vodka tonics. We'll see how it interacts with Dayquil. Good thing we're walking.
Kisses, everybody. Talk to you tomorrow, if I live so long.
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