it started sometime monday night. when i woke up, it was there but it would fade away. by three o'clock yesterday, it was back and it hasn't gone away.

i honestly can't remember the last time i had a really sore throat. it may have been a month ago, i just can't remember. i probably won't remember having this one in another month. home remedies of warm salt water, ibuprofen, and antiseptic mouth wash do little to calm the throb of sharp pain in the back of my throat.

during a severe infection many years ago, they took an x-ray of my skull. what appeared on that film were two enormous cavaties behind my eyes and nose. yes, a large percentage of my head is just air folks. not much surprise there. today, those cavaties are reacting to small particles of pollen and dust in the air and expelling funk into my nasal passage that drips, drips, drips down that little flap of skin above the back of my tongue and makes it swell with redness and pain.

being at home sick affords me time to catch up on neglected routines of the past. reading what you have been up to. reading that you have been feeling what i imagined you were feeling. and i'm feeling a wave of guilt for not being around more for everyone that had become used to me being around. i am in love and have let myself become swept up into that without keeping a tether tied to my friendships.

the chimchim redesign died on the operating table and has been put on backburner time after time. it's coming soon. it has to.

there are all these little things that should have been done and weren't. i have excuses and alibis, but they do no good here. i must try to allocate more time to these things: responsibilities, friendships, routines, commitments, and roommates.

take two.