09.01.06 - 4:21 p.m.

I've been home sick for the past 4? days. It's been dull. I'm think I'm dressed like some kind of rosy-cheeked plainclothes 4-H kid, and wish I had enough money for rainbow sherbet. I think I'm also hella out of it. I could probably handle the walk across the street for cold rainbows though, because my throat hurts. And I just interrupted this post to answer a phone call inviting me to an exciting keg party tomorrow night.

I guess the fun thing about being sick has been allowing my few waking hours to revolve around the things Zannie brings home. To my little sick world she's added: cough drops, licorice tea, pizza, children's library books, and kid movies (National Velvet and The Tales of Beatrix Potter with dancers of the Royal Ballet....hahaha).

A car playing some orchestral indie music just passed, and I wish so much that I was there, instead of my sick world. But the outside air would sand up my throat and lungs and the sun would poke my fever in the back of the knee and send us sliding to the ground. All I can do is try to watch some British dancers be spatially aware in enormous paper mache animal heads. Ironically my old "ballet master" is Jeremy Fischer, the toad. I didn't even ask Zannie to bring this to me or anything. Crazy.

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