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pushing forward back - 2000-03-16
So I figure I should write something. I am not quite ready to write my last smoking story yet, kind of lost the motivation, but I don't want to let this "diary" sit and collect dust. I've been sick. A unique kind of sick. Not enough of a fever to be the flu, yet not enough of a runny nose to be a cold. It seems the germs decided to concentrate on my throat, making it painful to swallow, painful to talk even. I took a sick day from work, because talking is the second most important part of my job, besides pressing buttons, which, if I ever lose the ability to do, I am screwed. I have been NyQuilling it, which would have made for some interesting diary entries, although I was too busy passing out... I have decided to quit NyQuil, even when I am sick, because it simply is not cool. It is addictive and expensive and makes me gag and is not cool. So what have I done with all of my spare time? Hooked up the old 8-bit Nintendo. Played Dragon Warrior 4. Hooked up the old Atari 130XE. Playes Eternal Dagger. Got bored. Learned more about David Lynch. Rescued some stuff from my old rom, including some Lazerquest printouts from 1998, old Transformers product posters (Mommy, I want THAT one! And THAT one! And...) and a sack of shredded money I found under a hotel bed almost fourteen years ago... Kinds of things that I need close to me. They belong in my source code. I suppose I am in another nostalgic phase. This seems to happen when I am sick, because I try to remember how I coped with being ill, when I was a child. I played Atari, etc... There are certain things I will just not let go. Cigarettes and NyQuil? These aren't GOOD memories... ---- Okay, I realize I haven't updated in a week, and I haven't been sick all this time. For the weekend I was away from this machine, although I was around other machines. I suppose I could have updated... if only I could remember my Diaryland password, which is a misnomer, because the "password" they actually gave me is a confusing six or eight digit number. I can't be bothered to remember numbers, unless they are phone numbers, and even still: problems. Hey, maybe I can change it? Funny that I don't think about things before I rant about them... So I had a nice weekend, a nice jaunt before the illness... I don't think I will talk about it here, however, as it involves people and places I usually don't mention in this little box. We'll just say it was fun and enlightening. And I got to see Martin Streek of Edge 102, live-to-air at the Phoenix Concert Theatre located on 410 Sherbourne St. in Toronto. That's something I've been needing to do for four years. Right now, though, I think I need some hummus... ---- There was more to tell, I think... But I have an urge to clean my room. There are at least forty Diet Coke or Molson Canadian cans scattered around. Something needs to be done about those before the roaches get settled. See you tomorrow (maybe). Good night. Thanks.
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