Weakened

Saturday afternoon, amongst the gilded and the glittering of Rockwell, I was trying with great effort to conceal an insufferable shivering. I hated that it crept up on me slowly, like long, lazy shadows. I was feeling fine when I was walking around Fully Booked; I was even in high spirits when I met up with my book-hunting companion for the afternoon. As the minutes crawled on however, I started feeling strangely cold. Ice was forming in the marrows of my bones and it... frustrated me to no end. While I do acknowledge my being physically weak, it becomes a tad difficult to deal with when it exhibits itself in such inconvenience. So I relented, and instead of following through with any of my other plans for the afternoon (and crumple to the ground), I decided to go home.

The shivering only got worse when I was already lying down. I was covered in my thickest of blankets, my every limb was in between armies of pillows, and I was wearing my warmest clothes but still I was a block of ice. On top of that, my vision started swimming, and my head was slamming onto what could only be beams of coldest, hardest steel. I was awake the whole time my senses were being assailed, but it was impossible to tell if it only took several minutes or if a few hours had already gone past when, one by one, every cell in my body started to catch fire. I think it was at this point when I let myself slip into the shallow, dark pockets of unconsciousness.

Waking up, I could only be all too grateful for the soup my mother made for me. The burning sensation was starting to dissipate, and I could more or less move again. I polished off two bowlfuls and already I could sense trickles of energy returning. I was still feeling a bit upset over the fact that I had to cancel some of my plans, but I guess I should be glad I was able to buy three new books -- Margaret Atwood's Bodily Harm and Life Before Man, and George R.R. Martin's A Game of Thrones -- which was the main goal for the day anyway.

Enough of this shit. I GAG at the pretense of my words. I WAS SICK BUT I WAS HAPPY BECAUSE I GOT MYSELF THREE NEW BOOKS. That's basically it. Hehehehe.