Flavigula

Suzie and Loyal chat about things I cannot discern in their bedroom and I am finally alone in my bedroom (their living room). The couch on which I sit shall serve as my sleeping place in a few weary hours. Somewhere in the flat, there is the soft padding of their cat and Slapp Happy grates away through the air reminding me painfully of Jana. Sometime during the next week my fate should, if all goes well, be sealed for some months. I shall empty by brain into the workplace which is also Loyal’s own upon each workday and also, I am sure, during many weekends. This time it will be solamente for money and my mortal flesh shall be, because of cash’s uplifting quality, bound around the world once again and hopefully land in beauteous Praha, home of my craving(s).

I am very happy with our jukebox. Well, our computer on whose hard drive are a sprawling 5 or so days worth of music usually set on random play.

I have an extremely difficult time motivating myself to write these days. What do you think it is? Atrophy of the brain? Boredom with life? Resignment? Leprosy? I cooked Tom Kha Gai this evening for Loyal and Zuzicka. It was most enjoyable – especially the response received. At least I can pursuade myself that I am well versed in one non-trivial pursuit.

Otherwise, the day went un-splendidly. I suppose I was mostly recovering from yesterday’s attack of hypoglycemia. It was absolutely cruel. I was shaking so badly that I could hardly type. I feared sleeping. I thought I would never wake. Consequently, I lay in bed for most of yesterday forcing myself to not drift into slumber. Though I am sure I did tumble a few times into a semi-unconsciousness. Last night was mostly sleepless, as well. As my illness receded, my doubts and inner sickness concerning my apparent loss of Jana gripped me uncompromisingly. I was terrified – broken. I spent the most of the night chatting on ICQ (I should have been writing here, instead) with boring asians who thought as little of themselves as I do my health.

I should elaborate on last week. Hm. I shall pause again, however, as the flat once again swarms with shouting people and scurrying cat.

Agur.