The Merry Merry
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Dead in bed yesterday thanks to fever, watching cable movie after cable movie. Even braved the re-run of the Six Feet Under series finale, which I knew was going to make me feel all fucked like when I saw it the first time. Bawled at the last scene again. Was finally able to sleep at four this morning.
When I woke up a few hours later, I was still feverish and had a very urgent desire for a hoodie. The thought of having one nagged at me, so I ran off to the mall and its mad and maddening mobs despite my temperature and bought one. But it was elusive, the hoodie. I only found a nice one when I was just about to give up, having gone in and out of the same stores with their same-looking clothes and same-looking customers twice. It is an orange hoodie. It is loose and soft and warm and safe-feeling and the moment I bought it I ran to the nearest washroom stall, took my top off and wore it. I felt so much better once I did. Casual. Invisible. Invincible.
I bought really nice-smelling lotion right after the hoodie in an attempt to bolster this thrust for comfort. I slathered it on right before typing this, and now I feel all slinky.
I guess this is what the hollow holidays do to me. I need layers. I need to be coated in some kind of benevolence.
posted by marguerite @ 5:36 PM
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