Bee

The coughing girl on the plane shared her strep throat with me, or so I found out yesterday in the emergency room. I'd been doing the increased fluid intake and over the counter pain medication for the past few days, but sore throat pain finally got so bad I was tasting blood and decided to have Cardwell drive me to the Kaiser E.R.

Interesting people to watch there. I can't think of anyone else that I would have so much fun with in the E.R. Cardwell and I have a certain cynical but funny wavelength that we coast on. There was a woman there with a bright pink shift on with the clothing logo "guess" across her chest. Conveniently, the shirt was tight enough to be showcasing her obviously implanted rack. There was no guessing about it, definitely fake.

I called mom this morning. Hadn't talked to her in about two weeks since I started the Zoloft. I can feel a definite calm about me. It's a good thing, but the sexual side effects have got to find some middle ground for me. If I was actually sexually involved with anyone I'm sure they'd be ever so happy about the longevity, but I'd die of heat exhaustion before ever finishing. The conversation was a quick catch-up to find out that Philip is joining the Air Force Reserves and that Byron is still enjoying The River. I learned that the true stories of family details are never what children believe.

So now... here at Cardwell's. The time is 11:05am. I'm due to head out to the beach with my roommate. Rey & Eddy are passed out on the couch. Sleep it off boys. Randy is getting ready for a brunch he's going to and I'm waiting for a call back from Tyler. Everything is pretty orderly and timeless right now. I'm thinking of Marthalee. I'm wondering if Dominic is feeling any better. I have a desire to roll, but I'm aware of the probability that it will not be felt the same way and so I think I'm just feeling more content with being instead.

And so I be...