thwa thwa thwa01-23-00 Don't feel much like writing an entry right now, but there's nothing else I feel like doing, either. Bleh. John went ahead and gave me his flu, or whatever the hell he had. It's taking an awful long time to get me, though. Two days ago I had a scratchy little throat thing. The next day, I felt, like, 5 percent worse than the day before that. Today I feel another five percent worse, with a mucho scratchy throat and congestion, but I'm still not what I'd call "sick." Sick is when you feel like shit. I just have these annoying symptoms that make my day less than perfect. I've been taking the super pills that they gave us at the base. They feel wonderful, right up to and slightly past the point of dizzy. Woozy. Everything is brighter, and the edges of previously solid objects seem to blur together just a tiny bit. I'm completely functional, though my mouth is dryer than dust. John and I played euphonium duets today, and I was using the "Thwa" syllable for articulation. Felt like my tongue was a large, fuzzy sponge. Thwa thwa thwa thwa. Taking cold medicine that works feels weird. Like you're on borrowed time. You don't deserve to be able to walk around the mall like a normal person. Any minute your normal status could downgrade to sicko and you'll be laid out, right in front of everybody. I did practice today, though, so I feel good about things. I cracked up in the car because I haven't played my euphonium much lately. Basically scared the hell out of John. I need to find a place where I can practice and keep myself going, otherwise I'm going to drive myself insane with guilt. I have to get a teaching gig. I need more students. I'm getting more students, but I'm losing them at the same rate. They're falling out the Macon side as fast as I can stuff them in the Perry end. I'm having a good time with my January magnetic poetry challenge. I peeked ahead to February and the challenge kind of sucks, so enjoy the acrostics while they last.
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