Anyway, I relate this because I'm pretty sure that's what he was trying to do today as I was walking over to see my therapist; the wind tore at my clothing, nearly ripping off my coat, and I was dangerously close to being knocked off the bridge into the river, which was at least frozen over so I didn't have to fear breaking through the ice, unless I hit with enough force that I would just die anyway.
This was particularly wondrous because I'm still sick, only I didn't have a fever this morning and I do now, thanks, I'm sure, to the wonders of negative-20 winds. I haven't run a fever in years; in fact, my temperature usually runs low, so this is pretty sucky for me...
So in other news, I skipped English today because I felt crappy and napped. Which I really want to be doing right now instead of writing... So I'm off to bed. Tomorrow I'll tell you about sick, clumsy me breaking glassware in lab and generally being a big lack of help to Maritima.
|My Love Style is Storge|
For me, love and friendship are almost the same thing
And my love tends to be the enduring, long lasting kind
(I've been known to still have connections with exes)
But sometimes my love is not the most passionate
I should leap before I look, and I'll find that fire I crave