still not well

I came home early from work yet again, yesterday, so today I just called in sick and went to the doctor. She says it's not mono or strep, just a virus. So I'm trying to kick it's ass with hot teas (green and black) with honey, oranges and chicken soup. I was mooning around here going "I want chicken soup!" but not wanting to go to the store and search fruitlessly for a type without gluten in it, when suddenly it occurred to me that chicken soup is made from chicken, of which I have plenty in the freezer. So I made it. And it's not too bad, if I do say so myself. I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say that I have a fully loaded spice rack and I'm not afraid to use it.

I also attempted to use my fortune-telling tea cut that I got for Christmas, but I seem unable to get any tea leaves to come out of the pot into the cup. I wonder if this means I have no fortune? I have no sense for ritual, I can't seem to make a ritual out of making and drinking tea, but it was kind of neat to find out that the teapot and honey pot I have fit nicely on the little tray my brother gave me for my birthday. I was wondering if I could find any use for that.

And other than that, I'm reading Frodo Hill. What a blissfully dull day.:)

Funny, I actually took the time to spell check this entry, and there wasn't anything to correct in it. That must be a first.

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Am back to typing up my journals from high school, again. Sometimes it's interesting to see those little snippets of things I'd forgotten about. ( snipping for length )

But mostly it just reminds me of what a truly miserable writer I was, and how incredibly caught up I was in my illusion of my own brilliance. Fragment after fragment of stories that just really really suck. Ack.