ugh. i rarely catch a cold, but this is the 2nd time this month! it's all marc's fault... last week he was sick (people at the gigs will remember that!!) but i didn't have any signs of it...i upped my vitamins and felt fine... but last night it all crashed down on me and now i've spent the day in bed. i'm not the type of person who takes medication to relieve symptoms (like taking Cold & Sinus stuff or anything like that), probably because i never was given those types of things growing up, and 2ndly because i know if i suddenly couldn't feel any symptoms i probably wouldn't stay in bed... and therefore i'd probably make myself much worse. I need to feel sick to stay in bed and not do stuff.

so i've been in bed.... i have guiltily watched one of my alltime feel-good favorites, Bridget Jones' Diary, and have "The Best of Friends" on hand waiting to be cracked open. I'm feeling confronted by my obvious lack of intellectual snobbery.... Thom Yorke would probably never be caught dead watching any such things. I should be watching hard hitting documentaries... giving myself some fodder for a brilliant new song... but i never seem to get around to it. Just like the philosophy books i picked up last year in an inspired cloud of yearning. still for the most part, unread.

the things i take in don't immediately make themselves clear. i'm on input a lot of the time, and lately been dying to be on output. Late August and early September were fruitful weeks... but now i'm in a slushy time where i feel like i'm sinking in my own shallow avoidance of thought. these phases come and go, i have to remind myself.