October 4, 2000
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battle is raging. I could feel it last night, lying on the couch,
and again this morning, lying in bed listening to the radio going
on and on about who was the better debater last evening. Feel
what, you say? The battle of my body against infection. My blessed
father, who was around last week, in an effort to get rid of
his cold, decided to give it to me. That is, you should know,
the only way to get rid of a cold. A cold never really dies,
it just passes from one person to the next, living on eternally.
Modern science hasn't figured it out, but an infection is really
a live entity that skips from one carrier to the next, avoiding
heavy drug dosing, looking for the next sap to infect. I'm convinced
it has a consciousness, too. It looks around for the person who
has the least spare time to be ill before jumping directly to
that person and infecting them.
At least my body is doing a fair-dinkum job of fighting. I'm trying not to stress it too much, getting as much rest as I can, eating well, and drinking lots of lemonade. (what, exactly, is "ade"?) But, I can feel that my energy levels are fairly low, and being consumed in the efforts to keep this thing at bay. Thankfully, I'm doing a pretty good job, but I'm just afraid I'll wake up some morning and have it sitting on my chest laughing at me. Ah, well... I can always scout around for someone else to give it to. (Dave and Chris already told me they'd kill me if I gave it to them).
Once again, I don't think I have anything profound to say today. I try to mix in profundities occasionally, to make this website a bit more interesting to read than just a daily journal about my own life, but I've not been inspired. Or, perhaps, I should say my current inspirations are not appropriate for posting publicly. I've got a couple of issues that I am cogitating, but don't want to 1) make people unhappy with me and 2) make this a place you don't want to read. So, I'll continue working them over in my mind until I can make them something that would be interesting and thought provoking.
Suz has posted about my acceptance of the inevitable. I think most men are aware that "you don't fight city hall", or at least you don't fight battles you know you won't win :) The fact of the matter is that this is the same stuff that all of us do on a daily basis with family, friends, co-workers, and strangers. It goes back to my golden rule statement a while back (and thanks for the compliment, Dave, I've been meaning to tell you in person, and keep forgetting) about treating people the way you want to be treated. In the grand scheme of things, if I go somewhere 20 minutes earlier than I expected so that I can help carry flowers and put them out, it just doesn't bother me. It's not like I have something more important to do (Redskins don't play until Sunday, no races on Saturday, and even if there were, I've got Tivo). So, I just float with the requests, and not worry about it, until there's something I feel strongly about. Save the energy for the argument that you need to win, and don't waste it on ones you don't :) I think that most people do this as a natural part of their lives....it is just that Suz thinks it's funny (and I do too...but it's fun to tease her about it).
Kudos to Eric for starting posting again (and doing a damn fine job of it, too). I promise, it's theraputic. Corey....if I had an inkling of talent, I'd have commented about your poem. I tend to like poetry (and enjoyed yours, to be sure!), but don't feel I'm qualified to comment on it. Gryph, it's always fun to read your stuff...you also have a real writing talent that I envy (And to be honest, it's how I feel about music these days. I think it's a sign of getting older :)). Sushi, I talk to you enough, you should know how I feel...but where in the hell do you find these places to link to?
Enough for today. Keep hanging on, I promise I'll write something more interesting soonish (an essay on how hard it is to write a daily essay is brewing).