the whole world is different when you are sick.
time seems to slow down significantly
it took me an hour to get my pants on.
i could stare at a blank wall for hours without realizing the time.
i have never been stoned, but i think this is something like it.
there is the paranoia.
not only can i see my germs crawling around me, i am convinced that everyone else can as well.
and they stare at me, with hateful eyes, knowing that i am giving them my cold.
there is the fear.
the frailty.
the overwhelming sense of fatigue.
the way everything moves so slow and you feel so heavy.
i can hardly lift my fingers to type they feel so heavy.
the one difference that i know of between being drugged and being sick is food.
stoners get the munchies.
we with colds get the direct opposite. the anti-munchies, if you will.
i eat because i know that i have to.
i dont taste food.
there is no enjoyment in it.
just survival.
have to work today.
i will give the coffee drinkers of dallas my cold.
why is a cold the only thing you can give away but still keep?
2:16 p.m. - 2003-11-29
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