Thanks to well-wishers and love-showing folks: I am already feeling better.
Regardless of the intrinsic stupidity involved, I did go out and see Mono last night, only to have my black ass rocked off. To anyone observing, I might have seemed like I was trying to be cool, leaning supposedly casually against the front stage left monitor, when really said speaker was the only thing keeping me upright. My fever had broken, though, which is most important; I was even capable of a couple rap songs at karaoke.
Only rap songs, though...my larynx seems to have gone haywire. I sound like a fourteen-year-old boy when I speak, and singing is completely out of the question. As you can imagine, I would be beside myself if I were capable of full emotional response.
Not 100% just yet, unfortunately. I still welcome people who feel compelled to mother me. *blush*
Knowing full well I'm not going to be headed out tonight, I decided to wash and re-twist my hair, a process that's becoming almost like sleep in that I do it without really noticing that I've done it. It's an hour-long process at least (not including drying), so it's always slightly disorienting to see that the world has gone dark by the time I'm finished. Still, I did a good job this time, even though I can tell my hair is thinning (although this could be simply because I twist my front locks a bit tighter), because the locks feel tight without feeling painful.
I could write so much about my locks, about the process that began with a three-inch afro and continues even now with these almost shoulder-length ropes, but I won't, not right now, particularly because I've been cranky about my hair as of late.
Regardless of the intrinsic stupidity involved, I did go out and see Mono last night, only to have my black ass rocked off. To anyone observing, I might have seemed like I was trying to be cool, leaning supposedly casually against the front stage left monitor, when really said speaker was the only thing keeping me upright. My fever had broken, though, which is most important; I was even capable of a couple rap songs at karaoke.
Only rap songs, though...my larynx seems to have gone haywire. I sound like a fourteen-year-old boy when I speak, and singing is completely out of the question. As you can imagine, I would be beside myself if I were capable of full emotional response.
Not 100% just yet, unfortunately. I still welcome people who feel compelled to mother me. *blush*
Knowing full well I'm not going to be headed out tonight, I decided to wash and re-twist my hair, a process that's becoming almost like sleep in that I do it without really noticing that I've done it. It's an hour-long process at least (not including drying), so it's always slightly disorienting to see that the world has gone dark by the time I'm finished. Still, I did a good job this time, even though I can tell my hair is thinning (although this could be simply because I twist my front locks a bit tighter), because the locks feel tight without feeling painful.
I could write so much about my locks, about the process that began with a three-inch afro and continues even now with these almost shoulder-length ropes, but I won't, not right now, particularly because I've been cranky about my hair as of late.