So. Excepting the visits to the kitchen for breakfast and lunch, I haven’t left my bed today. My colleague came to work with a cough yesterday and since we are stuck in a small, dusty archive together, she infected me too. My muscles ache and my throat is sore. Right now, she isn’t my favourite person. I don’t do this being sick business well.
So I feel that it’s just my right to lie here in bed feeling sorry for myself and catch up on all the TV shows that I haven’t had time to watch these last few months. Nice in a way, but really, not at all nice in all the others. I was supposed to drive my dad’s wife to the airport today, to get some practice. Tomorrow I’m supposed to have a small goodbye party. Now I won’t be able to bake the carrot cake and hazelnut meringue cake and the chocolate and orange ice cream cake. So, even if I get well enough to receive my guests tomorrow, I won’t have any cake to offer them and what’s the point in that? A party is not a party without a cake. That’s my philosophy. I might just as well call it off right now.
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Later: I ventured out to the post office to get my driver’s license though. The actual card. I look slightly dim in the picture. But I guess that’s just as it should be. One shouldn’t look good on driving licenses and ID cards and in passports. And really, considering how I feel at the moment, the picture might be accurate. Dim. Just wanting for someone to feel sorry for me and go buy me pizza with four kinds of cheese. Please.
Katja Malmborg 