Day 113-114 - Like a Dog

Bad English, but I like it nonetheless

July 29th-30th, 2015

A cafe in Ubud...

This day and the next were a wash. The 29th was entirely spent between the washroom and bedroom. Sweating, Shivering, Suffering. I choked down whatever food I could that Shimou wonderfully, and abundantly, served me. She took great care of me, more than I felt I deserved. I am grateful for it. 

...These were through the windows
in an alleyway

The 30th, I was in bed for the first half and was able to leave the room for a couple hours near the end. Meanwhile, I didn't actually make any buffer posts like I had thought would be a good idea (damn you, past-me), leaving me to last minute editing, cleaning up, and posting. Hopefully this will explain why those ones may make less sense than normal. The fever finally breaks, but the symptoms linger.

I take this time to feel not guilty about wasting it through playing video games, surfing the net aimlessly, and reading comics in between long naps. I'm actually not enjoying it as much as I thought I would. Doing the work I like doing is actually much more rewarding. I had recently read a quote from a Henry Rollins’ song that still lingers. The lyrics are as follows:

No such thing as spare time
No such thing as free time
No such thing as down time
All you got is life time

I have never heard the song, and still haven't as I write/edit this. It’s making me want to work while sick, but my mind isn't functioning properly. Still a great quote. Hopefully tomorrow will bring more relief.