Thursday, October 21, 2010

Miserable Cold

Oh I am miserable. Miserable! I hate having a cold. I despise this one particularly much.
It's the first cold since moving house, which means: somewhere not as yet set up for having a cold in. Or at least, I haven't worked out how to do it yet. I guess I could huddle up on the sofa and watch something from my housemate's DVD collection (lacking on of my own). I guess there IS lemsip. in fact, there is everything one could need. But I am miserable. Miserable, do you hear!
I have two books to work on every day, and two others that I really want to work on, and all I do is go "bwaaaaah" because I have a cold. A miserable cold, no less.
How is everything supposed to work? Four books! That's madness! Even two. That's madness when seen from inside a miserable cold.
It's such a miserable cold that I just had a cry because I miss my mother, who for some reason I do imagine would read me a book. Because it's the sort of cold that makes you five years old and dreaming a strange and persistent dream of a grown-up life with contracts and deadlines, which cannot be reality because the most impressive thing you can make, and could ever make, is a honking noise with your nose. It's the sort of cold that's like a place you come back to by mistake, like Blackfriars Station after the trains stop running. It is forever in all directions, including sideways.
Oh I am miserable.
I'll call my mother now.

3 comments:

debbieosborn said...

I don't feel quite as miserable as you but I understand as I've broken my right arm and haven't been able to do any artwork for four weeks so far, so frustrating!

Viviane Schwarz said...

Oh that is miserable. You probably just complain less...

Clare said...

Aw, I hope you feel better soon. I've just got over a sore throat and cough thing that was making me pretty miserable. I recommend lots of fluids, eat well and curl up with a book, comic or dvd until your brain works properly again.