Joseph Grammer's Blog - Posts Tagged "limits"
Illness is the Night Side of Life
My body is full of germs. Usually I push through and ignore it, but in this weird netherworld called 2014 I am implementing new habits. Taking care of self: no, no, no.
I loaded up on vitamins and Nyquil, then added some coffee for good measure. A strange combination (it's making me listen to Arctic Monkeys, whom I've never listened to before in any conscious way...the song Mad Sounds reminds me of Lou Reed). I've been reading and editing and planning for a moderately lucrative future, although I really have no idea how to plan so I mostly just worry and watch Samurai Champloo.
I took an Amtrak home on March 27 for my dad's birthday, which is when the cold probably wormed its way into my cells. I gave my dad the only extant copy of my book Cocoon Kids, as well as some electronic stuff that is a lot more practical and cool. We ate enchiladas. At night I jammed with some Jersey friends, lifted with my brother (new gym, really purple, open round-the-clock), wrote with my friend Dan, and saw an old friend I hadn't seen since high school. Anthony, the said friend, became a convert to the Tullamore Dew school of whiskey, which I highly approve of -- because I made it happen.
On March 31 I NJ Transit-ed it up to NYC to see my friend David and eat vast quantities of food. At the KGB Bar on E 4th St I taught the Japanese bartender some Russian and discussed Putin's foreign policy, which we both disapproved of in our various languages. Hand gestures and eye movements usually get the point across just as well as a clear phrase.
David and I met up with Eldis, our human friend who can do anything and everything, and then with my brother Jim and his girlfriend. We got hammered and played darts; I hurt my foot. We yelled in Scottish accents about cyberbullying and confused most of the other bar patrons.
On April 2 I took another Amtrak up to Boston, then a commuter rail over to Worcester to see my buddy Phil, who just received a fellowship for an exercise physiology Ph.D at the University of Florida. Meals included: filet mignon and kielbasa. That's it. It's everything I need. Thanks to Carl's in Oxford and Phil's parents.
I flew home for free from Boston on April 3, using up some air miles that were about to expire, and ended my journey with a smile in my head and a vague, fuzzy feeling of fatigue in every other organ.
Then I got sick. It's all good, because seeing my family and friends was absolutely worth it, but now I have to cough up the consequences. At least I edited my book and sent it out to some people to read. And I can watch more Samurai Champloo.
I loaded up on vitamins and Nyquil, then added some coffee for good measure. A strange combination (it's making me listen to Arctic Monkeys, whom I've never listened to before in any conscious way...the song Mad Sounds reminds me of Lou Reed). I've been reading and editing and planning for a moderately lucrative future, although I really have no idea how to plan so I mostly just worry and watch Samurai Champloo.
I took an Amtrak home on March 27 for my dad's birthday, which is when the cold probably wormed its way into my cells. I gave my dad the only extant copy of my book Cocoon Kids, as well as some electronic stuff that is a lot more practical and cool. We ate enchiladas. At night I jammed with some Jersey friends, lifted with my brother (new gym, really purple, open round-the-clock), wrote with my friend Dan, and saw an old friend I hadn't seen since high school. Anthony, the said friend, became a convert to the Tullamore Dew school of whiskey, which I highly approve of -- because I made it happen.
On March 31 I NJ Transit-ed it up to NYC to see my friend David and eat vast quantities of food. At the KGB Bar on E 4th St I taught the Japanese bartender some Russian and discussed Putin's foreign policy, which we both disapproved of in our various languages. Hand gestures and eye movements usually get the point across just as well as a clear phrase.
David and I met up with Eldis, our human friend who can do anything and everything, and then with my brother Jim and his girlfriend. We got hammered and played darts; I hurt my foot. We yelled in Scottish accents about cyberbullying and confused most of the other bar patrons.
On April 2 I took another Amtrak up to Boston, then a commuter rail over to Worcester to see my buddy Phil, who just received a fellowship for an exercise physiology Ph.D at the University of Florida. Meals included: filet mignon and kielbasa. That's it. It's everything I need. Thanks to Carl's in Oxford and Phil's parents.
I flew home for free from Boston on April 3, using up some air miles that were about to expire, and ended my journey with a smile in my head and a vague, fuzzy feeling of fatigue in every other organ.
Then I got sick. It's all good, because seeing my family and friends was absolutely worth it, but now I have to cough up the consequences. At least I edited my book and sent it out to some people to read. And I can watch more Samurai Champloo.
