Waiting

One more day. And I'm forced to wait it out from my bedroom, still sick from some bug I caught last Thursday night (or Friday morning, depending on your perspective... then again, technically, it was Friday morning). One more day, and then it's tomorrow. I hate tomorrow, by the way.

The only thing worse than waiting for something you'd rather not experience, is being stuck in one place waiting for something you'd rather not experience. And here I am. Too sick to actually go into those beautiful snow-capped mountains located just outside my window. Too sick to make the long drive to the Pacific Ocean. Too sick for air travel. Oh, well, this year is only two days old and it's already past the first time I cancelled a flight in 2007. Then again, one ticket was non-refundable, so I guess that one's not really cancelled.

The only thing worse than being stuck in one place waiting for something you'd rather not experience is being stuck in a place you can't stand with people you don't necessarily care to be with waiting for something you'd rather not experience. Wait, let me back up... I guess this would mean that there are two things worse than waiting for something you'd rather not experience, right? Awesome, I think I just broke my own record for irrelevant rambling.

I hate being sick. The only thing worse than... nah, I'll spare you that one.

Anyway, here I am. Tired from yet another sleepless night, from this cold I have, and from the cold outside. Sick and tired, how lame. At least my sister bought me six new albums the other day, that's helping more than you know.

I think I'm going to start drinking now. I'll probably be drunk until the 4th, so don't waste your time calling or sending e-mail. For those of you who don't know what fucked-up anniversary tomorrow is, don't worry, you're not missing much.

Now all I have to do is continue waiting. What else is new?