Sick, sick, sick. I'm just about 100% now, but for a while there it wasn't pretty. I was confined to the bed or the couch for three straight days; Luke knew it was serious when I refused spinach dip for the first time in our nearly four years of dating. I couldn't even use my beloved CitiCash! Sixty dollars worth of free stuff down the drain. THAT ticked me off more than anything. At first I thought it was God's way of keeping money in my checking account, but then I squeezed in 45 minutes of quality mall time on my way to class last week, so there goes that. Anyway, I passed my germs on to Luke, who may have passed them back to me, because today I'm feeling a little worn out. I hope all traces of disease fade away with the early signs of spring. I love spring. More importantly, I love spring clothes, because they can be worn straight into fall. Winter is so impractical.
Things have been OK. I've not had much motivation for anything, although things are moving along at work and my winter class ends this week, after which I will have a break of sorts until my weekend class starts in April. I can't stop thinking about the future - graduating from DePaul, gaining back a huge chunk of free time, enjoying my day in the sun until December hits and I start paying back the money I borrowed when I was 18. My mother recently asked me if I thought I was going to be OK and once again reminded me that I'm always welcome to come home if things get tight. I'm sure I'll be fine: best case scenario, I'm in a job that pays enough for me to live on my own and pay my new bills; worse case scenario, I'm still in my old job and have to cut back on some luxuries, though that line is blurred. Would I really cut off basic cable? Internet access? If I don't start searching more steadily, it might come down to that.
Other than sickness, not too much has been going on. I'm still adjusting to the new Cobalt (Brooke: it's a sedan!). I feel like my Cavalier was a boyfriend who broke up with me just when I was beginning to get serious. This new car is foreign to me and so far cannot measure up to the standards set by my previous ride. There's no armrest. The radio buttons are too high up. The gas tank never quite reads full, even after I've just filled it up. There's no mirror on my visor. I know, I know. Think of all the children in Africa who don't even have cars. I'm trying! I'm just not attached yet. Maybe I never will be. Maybe first loves and first new cars sit on the same pedestal. Of course, my first boyfriend stole his mother's credit card to buy me Valentine's Day presents and was still enchanted with G.I. Joe at 20 years old, so perhaps that's not the best comparison. All my Cavalier ever did was love me. Share in my journeys to Chicago, Indianapolis, Naperville, Philadelphia. Sing along to my Lionel Richie CDs (yes, there are actually two). Transport loved ones and cherished shopping items.
Excuse me. There's something in my eye.
Frema,
Welcome back to Bloggland. I like the brand new color.
MJD
Posted by: Anonymous | March 08, 2005 at 09:58 AM