I pulled out a quill and bottle of ink to write you a letter to accompany the first volume I have had written and sealed since about the time I met John Green. Having acquired a book to send to you, I have delayed all around because I do not have the appropriate sending accoutrements. Ah well, such a package will just have to be filled with Christmas things and arrive in time for the holiday. This is my deadline.
But, until I do write that second volume, I would like to speak to my "go-getter"-ness, as you called it when we spoke on Skype last week (That was lovely, by the way, I am so very glad I caught you and very sorry that my phone died in the middle of it.) Well, I have felt particularly un-go-getter-y lately/all of November, and it turns out that it wasn't just strep that I had last week. I have mono as well. Yes, the disease that makes you tired and sick and there is no real treatment except rest, fluids, and protecting your spleen. So here I am, freshly showered at 2:30 in the afternoon after justifying my new pattern of sleeping in very late on Saturdays by calling it my prescription for mono.
You might ask how I found out I had mono, to which I would reply, the strep antibiotics! Once they had served their initial purpose, they reacted with the mono to produce a lovely red rash everywhere on my body. Mostly my face, of course. The last place I would want it. But, alas, there it was, so I went back to the doctor and said "Hey! Is this bad allergies or mono?" To which they responded by stealing some of my blood, shaking it up a bit and informing me I had mono. There was definitely a smirk on the doctor's face when he described it as the kissing disease.
Yes, thank you, I have heard the nickname before. Ha ha. So funny. Not always passed by kissing, thank you. Teresa now (probably) has it and I haven't been kissing her. So there.
Anyhow. Between strep, mono weariness, and finishing my application to U of Illinois, I have found myself too pooped to do much other than watch Frasier and drink cocoa.
Hopefully I can finish NaNo on delay...
Ah. So many things I want to do. Like shake this perpetual headache. And get that job... We shall see, we shall see.
