Saturday, February 28, 2009
Something in the air
Last night, I ate a plateful of kung pao chicken and drank two glasses of V8 Splash, tasting neither, and promptly fell asleep on the sofa, freezing beneath a knit, wool blanket. I so seldom lack for appetite that I don't quite know how to handle it, this void in meaning. A nostalgia envelops me, along with the bug, and my mind grows wistful, pining for the savories and sweet of less peaked days. And so I swallow pills and suck on lozenges and wait for me to return. I think I shall sleep the whole madness off, right now.