Exacerbation
My extended period of Internet non-activity (Thailand and Cambodia) was totally fine by me. But, once given my computer, I return to it like the drug it is. I’ve spent numerous hours over the last two weeks catching up on almost none of the stuff I wanted to do, but, somehow, what I have done has involved lots of typing.
But now I’ve been trying to do my actual work - typing up notes from the theory (gag!) books I’ve been reading for my thesis. My right hand - the one connected to my bum shoulder (as my grandmother would put it) - is literally just throbbing constantly at this point. Same goes for my neck, pectoral muscle, the bit at the back of my armpit and the usual series of huge knots surrounding my shoulder blade.
I only have six more Excedrin, since my bottle got taken out of my bag somewhere between Chicago and Melbourne, so I’ve had to medicate with wine instead. And distractions through movies whilst typing - it’s just copying out of a book; I multitask.
But! There was an actual purpose to this post, which was to trumpet my excitement of hearing from one of my best friends in the whole wide world today after a period of, jesus, years.
He’d presumably gone to Iraq, and I’ve spent the last couple years wondering where he was - both our uni emails were turned off and addresses left. I’d been thinking of him a lot lately, cursing George Bush, as usual, for putting my friends in harm’s way. Having scoured the Internet - though apparently not hard enough - I had actually considered checking the list of the injured and dead. But, my unflagging ability to put off things that seem inherently soul-crushing prevailed, and I never did it.
But, joy of joys, Facebook has an actual utility. And that is to make you continue to hurt your own body because you’re thrilled your president hasn’t managed to hurt your friend’s.
In completely unrelated news, 13 Going On 30 (or Suddenly 30 as it’s known here) is just as charming as I always assumed it’d be. I hate me some romcoms, but Jennifer Garner is adorable and Mark Ruffalo is lovely, as always. Ocean’s Eleven is on now, and I’m on page 28 of Stokes (2003). Hey! It’s Chicago!
God, this is going to be a long semester…
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