I had a cup of green tea this morning with a spoon of honey in it. I don't know why it doesn't taste like the green tea my mom makes. Hers tastes good. Mine...well, it's not quite the same.
I had a hot cocoa at lunch. Melissa got me one even though I should have just eaten my lunch and not opted for hot sweetness. Good for the throat, she said. Very true. Good for the throat, good for the soul. I love the feel of hot cocoa pushing its way through layers of whipped cream, like breaking through a dam.
That and string cheese - all I've eaten today. It's five o'clock and I know I should get up and have an early dinner due to my lack of lunch, but I'd much rather sit here and write. I'm not hungry anyway. I always lose my appetite when I'm sick, or when I'm feeling melancholic. I can't help but feel both right now. I have bronchitis, or did have it - I think I'm getting a little better though still coughing insanely. I'm also plagued by melancholia today. I don't know why it chooses to follow me around. I don't know how it manages to reach me so easily. In my mind I'm paralleling it to physical sickness - to bacteria or to a virus. It seems as though we have both a physical and emotional immune system, both of which are extremely sensitive to the world - or, at least mine are. I get sick easily; I am moved easily. I like that the smallest things can make me happy, but I hate that the smallest things can bring me to tears.
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