It's rough being at death's door. Okay, I'm exaggerating. But I was sick, and am still recoving (hence the entry's title) from a brutal cold. The Illness took me last week. I thought I could handle it--a sore throat isn't anything to whine about. So, being the horsewoman that I am, I took Dante hunting on Saturday. My throat was still sore and my voice was awful, but it wasn't anything to fret about. Then on Sunday I was consumed by the monster, devoured, spit out and left to die. The Illness sucked all the energy out of me and replaced it with a runny nose, a mysterious mucous that can only be described as lovely, and a blistering sore throat. It was as though someone not very nice had scraped my throat with sandpaper and barbed wire. I carried a full roll of toilet paper with me as if it were a cantine of crystal clear water and I a traveler through the Sahara. My apartment got messier and messier, and I more tired and sick.

To pass the time, I watched the entire fourth season of Friends, The Tailor of Panama (not so good. Has Peirce Brosnan been in a movie that wasn't tacky?), Unbreakable, Spy Game and much much more. Oh sure, I would've loved to have written more of my book or composed some art, but my mind was so befuddled and cloudy with misery and self-pity, that no creative juices flowed.

So, here I sit, one week plus or minus a few days (but who's counting) later. Recovering finally.

I feel like Harry Potter in book five- I'm passing through the day in a complete haze of sleepiness. For the past few nights, I've been working tirelessly (literally) on a project for class. At first I was really pleased with it, but as it sits beside me I wonder if I should have made the image brighter, therefore making it easier to see. Of course, the subject matter is dark. It is the scene in Order of the Phoenix where Harry is reaching for the prophecy. The Hall of Prophecy is very dark anyway, so I guess it's okay. But there really isn't any point in second guessing myself, it's the tiredness talking. So here I am, sitting in class, waiting for this thing to get under way. Most of the class is here, waiting around for peolple who take procrastination to the next and most inconvient level-making other people wait because of your laziness crosses the line. I was up, several nights until the next morning trying to finish my project, got up early and had it printed and framed this morning, yet here I sit, waiting for the four other students who didn't know of any other place in the city that prints.

But that is not the point of this post. My lack of needed sleep is finally getting to me and I'm getting a little crabby. This, however, does not spoil my mood entirely. In fact, for most of the day I was dancing on the edge of complete glee. The title for the seventh Harry Potter book is out. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I'm not sure what it means. Plenty of potterheads are frantically trying to guess what it means. Me, I'm just happy!

The song "Life is a highway" illustrates the perfect metaphor. You travel along the road, you come to some stops, get into some accidents, you speed up, slow down, park, and sometimes you travel alone without any cars behind you, nor in front. People pass you by but don't stop to take a look. They drive on by like you're not even there. Or you're it seems like you're not getting anywhere at all. That's me. Driving along, slowly but surely, with no one else on the road with me, and no one sitting shotgun in my Honda.

It seems like everyone has a passenger in their car--a close friend, a significant other, a husband or wife. I've been traveling alone for too long. I'm ready for a navigator. I want a partner to travel with, a man to keep me company, make me laugh, and spend moments in silence together. I'm not willing to settle for hitchhikers, those random men that many women take just to pass the time. I want the right one, a kind man in search of everything life is worth living for.

I pray for his arrival. I think about him all the time. I wonder what it is he's doing right now. I can only hope and put my trust in God that I'll meet the man I'm supposed to be with at the next intersection, and I hope I come to it soon.

The benefits of having your own website now include having my very own blog!  I haven't written in my livejournal for I don't know how long.  This will be better.  It's in my own website.



Today I almost missed my web design class due to the sleepings-in.  I set my alarm clock like a good little girl, but like an idiot I didn't set it for Saturday.  So I got up, dressed, forgot to put on my deoderant (I know.  Gross) and went to class.  As it turns out I have enough Dreamweaver and Photoshop experience to be in Web II, but it was a fun day of class.  I met two Potterites (Whoohoo!), got to show off my website to the class (YAY!) and the instructor told me I had a lot of promise and could do well in the business (that's the best part!).  So it was a very good day.



Later on, after I finish this blog, I'll be riding my horse.  But I wanted a good and harty blog for my first rather than "First blog.  Stardate 21.23.4454"