I'm not rich but I could buy some movies or cds or something but this cold has left my head and settled in my throat and chest somewhat menacingly so I'm not going anywhere. still no fever but I feel myself on that knife edge between recovery and bronchitis. what I'm trying to figure out is how long to put up with a sore throat before seeing a doctor. it's been five days. is it still the virus or have bacteria moved in? that really is the question. if it were bacteria would I have a fever by now?
how is it that moms know this stuff but grownup children don't?
anyway I suppose now that school has paid me I should do some work. am still feeling viral stupidity though so probably today I will finish Little Britches and see if I can work up a thought or two concerning what I loved about it when I was ten. Ralph's mother is always crying and carrying on about how the ranch is contributing to his degeneracy. so far the worst thing he's done is to tell one lie. I'm fairly certain I just thought she was silly when I read this the first thirty times but now I find her somewhat frightening. what's worse, to make god cry, or your mother? or are they the same? and what sort of big honking superego will you be saddled with the rest of your life?