Buried under covers and covers, quilts and blankets. no light. no sounds. just freezing cold.
i woke up at 2 A.M to me shaking uncontrollably and jibbering about god knows what. I then proceeded to stay awake shaking for the next 10 hours with my sore aching over-heated body writhing around in pain.
WOOOOOOOOT
I wish i blogged in my dementia, because i’m sure it’d been GOLD.
And you know when your sick and you just want someone to baby you even if it’s just for a 5 minute call or something so you call your mum, because that’s supposed to be the doye failproof way to get sympathy?
well i did and speaking to my mum was no help, i was expecting a nice 5 minute soft-talk and babying convo motivational speech, but recieved the exact opposite.
I tried to verbate it word for word but it was very one sided and went something like this:
“IT SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU PROBABLY LEAVE THE HOUSE IN THIS WEATHER WITH LITTLE TO NO CLOTHES ON, YOU WEREN’T RAISED LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW YOUR DAD IS ALWAYS COLD AND NEVER LEAVES THE HOUSE WITHOUT A SWEATER! A PROPER SWEATER! WERE YOU WEARING A SWEATER? (yes mum) AND GLOVES AND TOQUE? (yes) SCARF??? (yes) YOU LIE! I BOUGHT YOU A SCARF AND YOU LEFT IT IN EDMONTON! YOU UNGRATEFUL CHILD. NO WONDER YOU GOT SICK.
ummmm bbbbummmmer much?
after signing off with my mum, i curled up in bed wishing for a decent pillow and $77879773 to appear under my clammy fevered bed-headed head. Or at least some sacred gift to inexpicably save me from the scores and masses of people out there who are aiding in the worlds demise by mistaking what the hours of you day were meant for.
I was meant to spend the hours that make up the days of my life collating. you?
I don’t know how long i was laying there before I decided to make my Pumpkin mix packet soup.
So now…. (leaving to do stuff, cont’d later)
I made the soup w/ dumplings ** Consisting of whole-wheat flour which tasted like caca. I mean, esthetically they looked great, and the texture was spot so whoooop-fucking-wee no big deally
I can’t wait to stink up with house for the first time with ethnic smells. Eme refound my spice container with saffron and cumin, so (in no time) it’ll be ON.
blahhhh blahhh blahhh
I’m sorry i am still out of it. a bit. i’ll just post some vids to negate me having to talk about myself anymore.
ummmmmmmm patriarchal systems, interests, and ideals are the sole destructive contributors to this earth – sorry just a quick release! *innocent look*