Sick sick sick!

Today, I stayed home. This morning my throat felt like it had a tennis ball lodged in it, swallowing was so painful. I started feeling better around noon, when G showed up with cans and cans of chicken noodle soup, but still not well enough to go to work. I hope I feel better tomorrow. For now my throat's okay, but raw, it's just that my nose is running like nobody's business.

More and more, recently, I've been feeling my age yet not feeling it. I know I'm coming up to a time of decisions, real adult decisions; I can no longer escape the fact that I have grown up, even though when I look in the mirror I don't find myself very different from what I was one, two, three years ago. Sometimes it makes me nervous in a happy way, sometimes it makes me melancholy. Today I just feel bloated from all the fruit juice I've been drinking.