Boy, oh boy. I’ve been missing in action and very much under the weather. It’s no secret that I suffer from an inflammatory autoimmune disease known as Ulcerative Colitis, and it likes to sneak up on me at the most inopportune times. Lately I’ve been laid up at my parents’ house trying to recuperate. We’re pretty sure Jonathan’s apartment has some fun things that all old buildings have (radon, asbestos, lead, etc), and they’ve been bringing me down. I hate being sick, especially this kind of sick. Getting out of bed can be a monumental task.
My recovery is involving a lot of reading. I stocked up on my weird magazines, moved all my books with me, and reinstated my library card. When I visited my library I was amused to discover that not one single librarian has changed since I graduated high school. It’s like a weird little time capsule. I’m a fairly intense person, and get upset very easily, so working in any capacity has been put on a back burner for now. My health is improving a bit each day though, so I should be back in full fighting form soon enough.
For now I shall read about things I can’t afford, places that don’t exist, and times long past.