:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: Sunday, September 14, 2003 ::

[ I've Tried Hard / To Mend My Wicked Ways ]
There's always someone to miss. Necessary = realizing that being everywhere isn't possible, and that cake is meant exclusively to be eaten. It's not a huge evergrowing pulsating concern by any stretch, but one brought on by my wanting to simultaneously be in D.C., Haverford, and NYC. Though I'm definitely having a great time in The City, I miss you all at school and I miss my Mom. I'd be a fool to let this ruin a good time, to let it paralyze me, so I'm going out to try to force food past a sore-as-ass throat. My God, how that hurt. Meals shouldn't warrant such stoicism, much less swallowing.

Alright, you know that bit in The Chamber of Secrets where Harry 0\/\/z35 the basilisk with Gryffindor's sword straight through the roof of the mouth? Imagine that process taking place very gradually, only instead of a sword, think of a diseased human finger scratching away. Yeah. I haven't eaten very much recently, because no matter how good anything tastes, it has to contend with searing pain as it hits the sore(s?) at the back of my goddamn throat. I couldn't even get down Mom's mutter paneer, and you know to what degree this is, in fact, tragic. I don't do well being sick. I'm all lethargic, and though I'm mentally alert, I always want to just lie down and nap. It's frustrating when I've had 10 hours of sleep and I want, nay, demand humor, wit, and charm of myself, and only find apologies for my nonresponsiveness.

All that aside, though, I'm having a wonderful time here in New York: there's been this odd feeling of magic that comes of taking nothing for granted the way we would have were we still in a relationship, the feeling of meeting someone new who's simply amazing in so many (oddly familiar) ways. I guess it was the right decision after all. I certainly feel better about it now. Moreover, it's just nice to be back in the City, especially where Jenn lives: Union Fucking Square. Her dorm (like so many other NYU dorms, a converted apartment building) sits directly on Union Square West, and has the striking majority of our traditional hotspots very close at hand: the Veg City Diner is some 10 minutes away walking. The stellar all-vegan Zen Palate is across the fucking square. There's a Staples three doors down, and I've got a total weakness for office supplies. It's the best location I've ever seen in a dorm.

Music: Massive Attack - Mezzanine, and Grandaddy - The Sophtware Slump. Yeah, I fucking got both last Tuesday in the mail. The first was barely in the CD player for 2 minutes before All Kinds of Kissing were taking place. This thing is worth its weight in crushed rhinoceros horns easy. Lengthy music-wank proto-reviews should be forthcoming, but I can't make those promises, being a lazy, lazy man.

:: Aziz 3:02 AM [+] ::
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