Scene 1: The Kitchen
me: I am so sick of water! Water! Ugh!
Noah: Do you want some juice or tea? Tea disguising water?
Noah: What do you want to eat?
me: Another blueberry fudgy wudgy brownie.
me: Yes. But I can be convinced.
Noah: How about box 'n' cheese? With whole milk?
me: Yeah okay.
(two hours later)
me: Is all the mac gone?
Scene 2: The Main Room
me: I am so cold!
Noah: It's cold-time Wifey! She's cold!
me: I am really really cold!
Noah: Do you have your down vest on? Or a hat? Or your mitts?
me: No, not yet. They depress me.
me: I will never be warm again.
(seated on couch, with kitten Eto)
me: Eto! Stop biting my sleeve! I know it's woolen and you think it's prey but IT IS MY SLEEVE!
Eto: Mraw raw roow raw rarwm! (pauses, begins biting and snarling again)
Scene 3: The Bedroom
(I sleep for four hours. Then at night, for ten more. Minimum.)
Scene 4: Downtown Champaign
me: OWWWW! My lungs hurt so bad!
(Keep in mind this is a very flat walk of a quarter-mile. My lungs are just dying.)
Scene 5: The Mirror
me: Oh my god, where did all these pimples come from? And this greasy hair? And this crazy look in my eyes? And my lips looking a little blue?
Noah: Want some more vitamin C? Maybe you should lay back down.
It's been a week now, and I am worse.