Instead of going back to bedlam (as a sick dog should given the gift of a midweek holiday - women's day) I somehow managed to drag my corpse all over Rosebank, and even squeezed in some shopping.
I've felt peculiarly drawn and quartered, as though every aspect of my organism as been drawn out and beaten up (or otherwise grilled and roasted). Really, I mean, body mind and spirit, memories, the whole shebang seems to have gone in for simultaneous overhaul. I hope to emerge on the other side all shiny and er...TRANSFORMED.
Yesterday I met up with MF at Primi. After 6 years she hasn't added a wrinkle to her Mona Lisa mug. She imparted the following wisdom to me: be cold, don't let things worry you. Be like a machine. Not all of us are born auditors/accountants; we can't all be cool calculators. I seem to have been an amusing breakfast buddy though.
Next up I met NC to discuss my book. That's when signs of not being fresh began to tell. Found it a bit hard to keep up. all the gesticulating and soft talking...couldn't catch a lot of it. She has offered to edit my book, says the story is good, but it lacks flesh in the last quarter.
Speaking of which, I removed the last papery scabs from my shin last night. Underneath is a still deeply purple area of flesh roughly in the shape of Australia, that obviously took an incredible beating that day on the soccer field. Think that set me up for my present infection. My body has been fighting off THAT infection.
Met LW at Seattle after a short sleep. Like MF she has also put on a bit of weight, but somehow avoided wrinkling. And me too, I've also fattened up. Ate a cookie while we discussed teaching and dreaming etc etc.
From there went to Alex and Janet; watched Deja Vu - very implausible yet very entertaining thanks to good acting/cinematography. Also ate excellent Sushi and Jans paid me R200 (-R50 for takeout) for the 'Foam' picture.
Chatted to Alex until midnight about God, the universe and everything.
Today at work I felt like I suddenly developed Down Syndrome. Managed to inadvertently delete two comps as I was previews one I had just finished. Also managed to lock myself out of a PC. Throat feels like I gargled with two small razor blades. Will need to treat that. Feel like I need sleep and a nice huge empty green field, with no a single worrying cloud in the sky, and no Deja Vu.
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