Food poisoning can be quite… cleansing, even in the more metaphorical sense. Thinking about things – having been dragged off on family holiday to Phuket, missing a flight, trying to forget about the future, people’s blasé status updates.
Yeah, so, I missed a flight. I picked my brother up from his school trip to the bowels of Indonesia at the airport, and in the terminal confusion, stood at the airline counter nervously waiting for a Norwegian man to finish his litany of woe before I could start mine. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my brother perched on our airport trolley with his head in his hands. I hadn’t felt such a sinking dread since … a long time ago, and the need to externalize this in talking about it to people – evaporated. ‘Mistake was rectified in an hour or so, but some isolation didn’t leave me, and I don’t imagine it will for a while. The days ahead will be the careful grasping of cicak fingers upon a wet black bough.
I read somewhere, and I can’t for the life of me find where, that we find so few places to keep our general complaints and everyday ennui (verified English translation of sian), and I think of work, filling in forms and totaling the biometric body count being shipped to UK for the day. Workmates, passive aggressive from the boss lady, and being let out like a caged animal into the fading daylight, bleary-eyed, dazed and starving. This is not the life, but often I come home to you, on gtalk, your sweet face injured from the hours that I have not spent replying your messages, and talk about my day. You rarely have much to say these days after your ACL knee operation, having spent the whole day waiting on painkillers, but you wordlessly send me lovely, painful music. I wish I could inflict you on anyone I know that could appreciate sympathy, and I’m so glad you’re alive. To the SPCA peoples: can I keep it forever and ever?!
Things to look forward to:
x Gay Drag Movie Marathon
x Eating 3 meals a day
x Glee Ep21
x Akasa Kusum
x work ending
x mobility mothafuckas
