Down with a fever

I'm down with a fever and it really sucks. Fevers are generally not much fun, but today has been a fucking lost day. I mean, I hate when your energy is so sapped that you can't even read a book. Yeah, that's how i felt this morning, I was on the couch with my book but the only thing I could do was close my eyes and just... exist in a weird, in-a-chrysalis kind of way, like I wasn't really alive but still aware of things around me. When the pills and rest started working I was able to crawl out of my shell (or sit up) and watch Californication. My girlfriend does not like the series, which is a crying shame because I like it so much. The thing is that she can't see past the "fucking and punching" to the things that I really dig with it, which are the dialogues and the musical and literary references. It's a smart show. Sure there is a lot of fornication, but that's just to be expected (smiley), but that's not the main thing.

After my girl went to work I unwrapped the third season and started watching. I have to say that so far (four episodes in) I haven't laughed as much as I did from the first two seasons. But that might just be the fever, it's taking the edge off everything. Fuck it.

I spent saturday night at my parents' house where they hosted a family dinner for my father's cousins, whom I hadn't met before. It was a good night and I think it's very important to get to know your family. I think that is one of the reasons why so many Western-civilization-kids today feel lost; family values are dwindling, family bonds breaking too early. I think you need a firm ground to stand on before you're able to leap into the too cold pool that is life.

Well, enough of that crap. I'm gonna take another pill, lean back, and watch the next episode. Good night all you bums out there.