My Constitution

This medicine for my canker sore makes my tongue numb. As for tomorrow, I have a full day of doctors and elderly inquisitors. But I'm not complaining.

I read a metaphor that I liked today. A character in this novel insisted that love is literally a virus. It spreads like a wildfire at very high speeds and, once infected, causes a person to lose coherency and act feverishly for the first few weeks, until the body gradually adjusts to the new bug and returns to homeostasis. It's when the virus is suddenly wiped out that the body reacts against its absense like a drug, becoming sick and withdrawn.

But I'm really not as pessimistic right now as these words would indicate. On the contrary, I'm very very pleased with things. I've written a few songs. Almost finished with them. I have a girl to think about when I'm down (yes, mom and dad, that's right). Hmm. Well, at least I'll have something to distract me while my orifices are probed on the morrow.

What a waste of bandwidth this turned out to be.