As I cough out the remainder of my lungs and the mucus therein, I am reminded of the power mucus holds over our lives. Snot is what keeps us alive; it keeps intruders and foreign particles from entering our body, and keeps the acid of the stomach from eating away at us from the inside out. If mucus were to go on strike for a day, the entire human race would be obliterated from the face of the earth quite shortly.
I’m not sure where the above paragraph came from, but surely it must have been from somewhere deep in the dark recesses of my brain. Not much happened today, and when that occurs, I tend to get slightly loopy – or loopier than usual, rather. This March Break is turning out to be quite boring, because I haven’t made plans to do anything, and I can’t get ahold of anyone to make plans with. Steph sent me an email saying we should hang out, but I haven’t been able to get ahold of her since. No one’s online really, except for Angie every once in a while. Maybe I’ll do something with her, but not tonight – because she’s offline again. Maybe a movie would be good; I’ve checked out the movies playing right now, and they all look at least bearable to watch. “Hostage” looked like it had potential, but it was also easy to see that it could have one of those horribly unrealistic storylines. I mean, it’s an action suspense movie, which automatically means that things are going to be blown out of proportion (literally and figuratively), but it always has to keep some aspect of realism, or else everyone just groans while sitting in the theatre muttering, “Give me a break.”
It’s really annoying that I had looked forward to March Break as possibly being able to catch up on my sleep and cure this lethargy I’ve been having, but so far it doesn’t offer any hope of going away, even with the opportunity I now have to sleep in. I’ve still been waking up around 7:30 to 8:00, which is only half an hour to an hour more sleep than usual. I’ve gone to bed before 11:00 every night now for at least a month, but that didn’t help. I would go to bed earlier, but I know I’m not going to get to sleep any earlier anyways if I do. I think on Monday I stayed in bed until about 9:00 or 9:30, and I suspect that was partially due to my cold, but since I distinctly remember hearing the garage door going up and down, that means I was awake at 8:00, when my parents leave. That really sucks. If you’ve never had it happen to you (the inability to sleep in), trust me, it sucks.
Since I’m bored, I’ve got nothing to do and no one to hang out with for tonight, and I’m lazy, I think I’ll a) watch television, a rare occurrence for me (you know I’m bored out of my mind when I’m watching TV), b) read more of Red Rabbit, the Tom Clancy book I’ve been working through (just not enough hours in a day), or c) find something on the internet to hold my interest and attention for more than about ten minutes. Attention-grabbing stuff seems to be at a premium for me these days, although there’s definitely enough stuff out there trying to grab my attention. Seems my attention is not easily grabbed. Perhaps it is ungrabbable attention? Or perhaps I am attention grabbability challenged? Yes, I think that must be it. The fact that I wrote four paragraphs that have absolutely no relation to each other just proves the ungrabbability of my attention. Speaking of which, did you…