Recovery

I think I’m finally fully recovered. It only cost me ten pounds, a few nights’ sleep and three rolls of toilet paper. Now I’m trying to get back into a routine. I wonder how this has messed up my workout schedule. I’ll figure that out tomorrow. I’m having a winter barbecue next Saturday so I’ve got plenty of preparation to do for that, including a full slash and burn of my apartment, which has rarely been filthier. My reading has really piled up as well. I’ve got two magazines, four books of poetry and that book of Agee film criticism to go through, as well as a couple of rough draft poems [one of which was posted prematurely] to finish.

Instead of doing any of that, I’ve spent the day watching shitty science fiction movies like The Chronicles of Riddick, Van Helsing and League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. Buh.