Saturday, June 10, 2006

I cancelled my plans with Jeremy last night; I left him a message. He left me a sweet message later on, saying he'd like to talk to me, and try to cheer me up. It made me smile. I left him another message around 6:53pm, but he never called me back. I hope he wasn't too disappointed about the evening. That's not true, actually. I hope he was very disappointed, but that he was understanding, and that I'll see him again soon. I grew all this facial hair for him, and he didn't even get to see it.

I talked to Mollie a couple of times. She was bummed about the wedding but more worried about me, and happy to not have to spend money she didn't have for a dress that in the end, wouldn't have been that dressy. She later got Adam to take her to the store so they could bring me more bottled water, crackers, tums and the like. They also got me a card, which made me smile. Carrie called me, not knowing I was sick (she promised to call me later on Saturday to check up on me)...but she called to tell me that she went out with Kyle and that the date was fantastic. I was/am very happy for her, and hope things continue to go well for her, or if not, that she treasures the good times, and takes away only the positive. ;-0) I'm very grateful for my friends.

I'm still sick though. It's weird. I was all acidy for most of the day, but I'm not anymore. I've been drinking water for the last few hours (thanks guys), and eating crackers and stuff. I still have diarrhea pretty bad; almost every hour, but I don't feel horribly dehydrated, which is nice, because I hate being dehyrated. I wish I didn't feel this way, so I could have seen Jeremy, and gone to the wedding with Mollie, and seen Matt & Sarah get married; I'd really have enjoyed all of that, but for gross illness, this isn't that bad. It sucks, no lie, but it could be so much worse, and I'm lucky that it's not.

Mark's not having a great weekend either. I spoke to him on the phone a couple times. There's a lot that I wish could have gone better in the last 24 hours, but I wish that he was relaxed and happy; he deserves that, you know?

Oh, there was also a message from Jonathan, which confused me for a second, because I was trying to figure out who it was from. I heard the voice, and the name. He was obviously gay, and I was trying to figure out when I had dated someone named Jonathan - when it later hit me that I never did. That it was just a friend. lol Maybe I can blame that on the illness?

Usually, when I'm sick, I'm miserable. I mean, I hate the world and I'm bitter, but...and this is strange...I just feel...good. Not because this is fun, but because I feel like no matter what happens, everything will turn out ok. I have great friends, and I'm very lucky.

I have 2 more episodes of Smallville to watch, and then I'm out, until I can rent some more. Maybe I'll feel up to getting them tomorrow? Or if not, then I can get them Sunday when I work. Because I've got to be better by then, right? Otherwise I fear this thankful/happy sickness will turn me into monster jason. erg.

   posted by Bald Jason at 03:31 AM
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