Poshdeluxe

for the past two weeks, i’ve been sickly. and i say sickly cos it fluctuates. but really, what i mean is, THIS IS GETTING OLD.

ma, i think i’ve got the… (tiny, pitiful gasp for breath)… consumption.

here’s me:

hemehhhhh.

but internally, i am feeling an improvement. slight, fragile, but trying.

also thinking a lot about this week’s free will horoscope:

In his book And They All Sang, Studs Terkel interviewed jazz
trumpeter Dizzy Gillespie. “When people say, ‘I don’t understand your
music,’” reported Gillespie, “I say, ‘Don’t try to understand it, just
try to feel it.’” That’s excellent advice to keep in mind as
you weave your way through the complicated, uncanny, revelatory weeks
ahead. Full comprehension of the meaning of this era may not be
available until later. But that won’t be a problem if you live your
life as if it were a song you love.

yeah… it’s cheesy. but so am i.

and this idea, i don’t think it’s an easy one. in fact, right now i’m
hungry, and i’m tired of being sick, and the idea of trying to live my
life like some freaking song makes me feel like this:

seriously. throw me a bone here.

BUT

but but but

the internal optimist in me imagines that, some day, hopefully soonish, i might feel something like this:

i’m ready to roll around in some green, green grass.

spring? are you coming or what?