Congestion

My head is congested and I cannot see straight. Because I cannot see straight I cannot walk straight. And because I cannot walk straight I tumble over my feet and end up laying in a position resembling a turtle, with my stomach facing downward, on the floor. My ears cannot hear correctly, for loudness does not resemble what it should - nothing is loud and the volume must be amplified in order for me to hear every sound correctly. Rotting scents are abundant in my nostrils, inhaled enough to the point that I am either used to the scent or consumed by such disgust that I might bring up food that was consumed hours ago. I am in a world that is spinning uncontrollably, and I must admit that the feel is nice when in a slumber. But the fact is that as I am writing this I am not in a slumber and I truly am not even aware of what I am writing. All that is written is words. Words that I am putting together to sound nice or give off a certain tone or feeling. Just words. But don't all the greatest poets have just words and assemble them in a fashion that suits their ideas?

Swimming in Medicine

I'm afraid to admit that I am sick. In Deutsch: Ich bin krank. There is nothing I love more than being in my bedroom. Today since I feel like I have caught a cold I am going to watch a good movie and read a good book. Any suggestions? The writing desk I sit at in my room now is in the most glorious place: when I look to my right, there my beautiful Engineer Goby lays between the rocks, always looking at me and always there for me to look at every time I turn my head. Now it seems that the medicinal tea I have been drinking is making me quite drowsy. I must depart.

Dear Friend

My dear friend, I have drank too much Green and Oolong Tea. Please forgive me. Because of this I have not seen your face, limbs, and torso all in one, but only in fragments. I shall try to be a better friend and write more frequently, of course with my tea at hand. Drinking the amount of tea that I have been drinking lately is turning me into a Geisha, metaphorically of course.

The redecoration of my room is quite eventful and strenuous. I purchased a chair for my new cherry wood desk, almost $200 later. But it is well fit for it's purpose and I am content with the outcome. My bedroom will soon be the definition of comfort.