Word from the Sicko

So today i was home sick from work. I actually left a little early yesterday because i didn't think i was going to last much longer, and i couldn't have timed it better. Forunately, i have health insurance now (YAY!) and if i REALLY need to, i can get antibiotics. My home doctor (the one who i have had all my life in Maine) called me back this morning to find out what was wrong, and we had a nice conversation, from what i can remember. But i am pretty sure that i just have the nasty cold that has been passed around from person to person like the plague. Dan had a similar thing a week or so ago, and it pretty much took him out for several days. He had to call in sick to work and everything. Poor guy. Well, i guess today i'll take a "sick day" on the paycheck... even though i was hoping to save those for recovery from surgery later in the year. What has happened with this cold for me is what happens every time i get a cold or anything -- my sinuses have a heyday with it. Sigh.

However, let's not let this event overshadow the wonderful weekend i just had. I probably am feeling weak as a result of it -- Sunday a bunch of us spent time on the Boston Common playing utlimate frisbee! It was my first big stint of time outdoors since the pollen has begun to hit, and that's probably one of the reasons i feel so shitty. Anyway, Mark McAllister came down this weekend from Dartmouth and we went out dancing together on Friday night -- Lady's Night at the Kell's, so free for me, and cheaper for him. It was great. A little less crowded than usual because not all the college kids were home from break yet, so there was a little more room to breathe. Saturday, Dan, Mark, Laura, and I lazed around until it was time to go meet Matt at Starbucks and head to the Italian Market together. Laura and i were more excited about it being sunny than we should have been, and were severely underdressed... sandals and all. But it was a great time. SO MUCH FOOD for seven dollars. A pound of bananas, three pounds of tomatoes, a pound of basil, 10 red peppers, a pound of asparagus, and a pound of mesklun mix. Now THAT'S a deal. Today i cooked up the last of the produce from it because, alas, it doesn't last that long.... perhaps one of the reasons it's there to begin with. But stick it all in a stirfry, stew, or roast, and you're good to go for a while! We made a big meal that night complete with Mark's favorite wine, and then watched Requiem for a Dream.

If you have already seen movies like Clockwork Orange, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and Trainspotting, allow me to spare you the turmoil and save you the night's sleep. Basically it is another movie that hits home about why it's a really good idea not to get involved with drugs, and it's a great reality camera on what it must be like to live your life as an adict. The movie has come highly recommended, and there are lots of good reasons for it: great cinematography, music choice, directorship, incredible acting, etc -- it's a very powerful movie overall. But DAMN. I just didn't need to see another one of those kinds of movies. The imagery actually woke me up in the middle of the night.

Sunday: another lazy morning for me, but Mark, Dan, and Matt had been productive for three hours by the time i woke up. Fine with me! Food, then the aforementioned frisbee in the park where we met Mea and his friend from Providence. Cool shit! Our frisbee broke so we had to venture out for another one, an eventually the Bogs showed up with an extra as well. Played for long enough to all become winded and tired, and then we all retired to our house for making a big ole dinner again. This time, complete with Lindsay's acclaimed mess o' beans and rice. Mmm mmm good.

Now, the Bogs are in Spain, Mark is in Florida visiting his fair-weather-bird parents, and Lindsay had to stay home sick. I took today as an opportunity to sleep a lot, and with my 2 hours of consciousness time i roasted my produce and organized the paperwork on my desk. What a gal am i?