NotDreaming

Days and days. Why can't I be one of those people who feel like shit for a day or so (when sick) and then are better and back to "normal" right away? (yes, I'm whining) Why do I have to be the one to be sick for a week or worse, weeks? Each time!? UGH! So much for the so-called virtues of echinacea and multi-vitamins and supplements. No matter what, if you're going to get sick, it's going to happen. It just figures. You'd think precautions would've mattered. Maybe all I did was delay the inevitable.
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Starve a cold and feed a fever? Or feed a cold and starve a fever? Huh? I never remember. It's not of great importance either but whenever I'm sick (like now, unfortunately), that stupid question comes to mind. Mainly because I can never remember which way is correct. Found this, which answers my question sufficiently. Old Wives Tales has a few other interesting items as well.
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I've kind of given up the delusion of ever being a decent writer. I've made attempts at various points in my life but with exception to one moment of ambition, I've never had any real success. Regardless of the failures. I still harbor some miniscule hope that someday I'll be published. And I keep links like this one (Writers Write) buried in my bookmarks for those moments of returned hope. It's one thing to publish yourself (which I've done), but a more worthy accomplishment to be published by another. Ah well. I'm not dead yet, so perhaps someday.
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How strange it is to pack your things, travel far away.... Then pack a little more, and travel a bit further. One of my favorite comedians George Carlin has a funny bit about this very thing. How people have too much "stuff" and if you do what I've done you can have your "shit spread out all over the world." Yes, it's much funnier when he says it. :)
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I don't like crowds. Unfortunately, in our over populated world, if you want to go anywhere, you have to deal with crowds. Sometimes once in a crowded area, I can get used to it enough to not feel freaked out every moment. Sometimes not. Recently I traveled. Airports are like supermarkets. Always busy, always packed with people at all times. Unlike supermarkets though, travelers often go in pairs or groups. Difficult to deal with when I'm alone. Traveling somewhere (on a plane) with my Significant Other is a dream of mine. Even if it's just somewhere close by. An hour. Or 8. Just so some of "those people" can see for once, that yes, someone does actually love me. Miraculous as that is. And still is.

I haven't flown in over 2 years. Last week I took 2 flights. The first was a short hop and tense. Maybe because it was the first one in so long. Or maybe because it shook and shimmied and I could see the wing and how patched-up it looked from so close up. (ack!) The second flight was less tense. Maybe because it was nighttime. Maybe because there was less turbulence. And probably, because I couldn't see the state of the wing until we were an hour from touchdown.

Always hope to have an empty seat next to me. Lucked out on that first flight. Not so lucky on the second one. But at least the person was decent. Makes me wonder what the flights back will be like. Similar, or, as punishment, much worse. It's always harder going back. Leaving the place won't be difficult at all. But leaving the person, heartbreaking.

Thankfully, my S.O. isn't as wary as I am about crowds and flights and people. I wish we never had to leave each other.
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