Just One Touch And I’m On Fire…

I am now on antibiotics.  We talked with the doctor on call today, who asked if I was feeling any better than when I saw my doctor on Thursday.  The answer was no.  When we checked, I had a bit of a fever.  The doc on call said it might actually be becoming bronchitis, which I had once before when I was about 8 or 9, I think.

So, she called in a prescription for antibiotics and I started taking them this evening.  Two today, and one a day for the next four days.  So that’s that.  Whatever it is, sore throat or bronchitis, I’m still coughing up a miserable storm.

I slept until almost three today, and have done absolutely nothing with my day.  I hate feeling like this.  I feel utterly shit-tastic in a way I haven’t felt in years.

Other than being sick, there’s Mike, and how he’s getting wasted by himself, in his office while his girlfriend works at Boston Pizza and writing code or something, and the way that he’s not really talking.  Oh, wait, that’s not unusual.  He’s always like this (not the getting wasted alone part, just the not really talking part).

I think I mentioned that Cindy and her boyfriend were going to Red Deer to see Cecile and Jenna.  What I didn’t mention is that when I found that out on Thursday night, I was so completely disappointed that I hadn’t been invited that I thought I’d burst into tears.  It’s probably really dumb, but I felt really let down that Cindy didn’t invite me to come.  I miss Cecile so much.  Turns out I miss her so much I don’t even really know how to put it in words.

It turns out that Mike’s girlfriend works at the new Boston Pizza, ten minutes from my house.  If I ever remember to tell Cindy this news, we will most definately be taking an adventure trip to look for this girl.

It’s strange, but I’ve known Mike for a year today, in person at least.  We met online (on Nexopia – don’t go unless you want to be completely addicted and hoplessly hooked) and I went out with Jodi (…and her boyfriend and her friend Dar) to Schanks on St. Patty’s Day last year to meet up with him and play pool (me badly, him rather well).  And it’s been a year.  And we’re still friends.  Kind of.  We’ve got a strange friendship, if you ask me, but you didn’t, did you?

Honestly, there were some points where I didn’t think Mike and I would stay friends for long.  Sometimes, I just thought of him and I as something that would pass really quickly.  Like I’d say something stupid and he’d be like "stfu bitchface, and go to hell and stay there" and quit talking to me, or I’d get tired of trying not to have a crush on yet another guy and say "have a good night [block]."

Turns out that hasn’t happened, after a year.  Looks good for another, maybe.  We’ll see, right?

Anyways, I should get to bed, being a sick kid and all.  So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go take some more cough syrup (it tastes like death and menthol and I hate it and I don’t really know if it works much, but oh well, I’ll take the false hope), and drink some apple juice and pray that I can sleep easily tonight.

– beautiful – his infernal majesty –