out cold

I think about a week ago the weather started to be really warm and springy and happy and well something we all enjoyed over here. And then, the first free day last week, it started to pouring down rain. And the temperature dropped. And then my boyfriend got sick. And then I got sick. And now I'm sitting on my bed, my voice is some strange eerie sound that might would work for some dirty bar song, if I just could raise my voice loud enough.

Good thing is that my nose isn't closed off that much anymore. But besides that my whole head had an emergency shut down some days ago and at the moment I feel a bit like floating above my bed.

And maybe if I should remain like that I even could fly. Which would mean flying through the rain, because it keeps and keeps and keeps on raining since a few hours. And even though the rational part of me that tells me in a rather sarcastic voice "first of all, you can't fly, no matter how floaty that cold makes you feel and if you could fly, flying through rain while already quite sick is bordering on mental", another part of me, that loves fairies and Ghost Whisperer and everything impossible and highly improbable suggests that this would be great, because you could feel fresh again.

I know, I know this entry is missing any deeper message and it doesn't really have a good structure, but bear with me, my non-or-probably few readers, I'm really just trying to be a bit productive here even though my head doesn't allow for much. Besides a strange discourse between my rationality and the lala-lady with shiny purple wings.

So, even though this doesn't seem to bear any deeper message, theme, topic or anything like that, I'd like to think of it as the following: My attempt to do show that no matter how handicapped you are, it shouldn't stop you from trying. Cheers!