Moment of Zen

It's 2AM. I'm in my room. I've had a fever since around 5pm, and I can't sleep...and I'm hungry. I've done something that I've never done before: Instead of staying bedridden and miserable, I sat up, read a few chapters of Memoirs of a Geisha, and went downstairs to cook some food. By the way, "less sodium" bacon tastes like paper.

I've also been chatting on AIM with a couple of friends. I've felt a little bit closer to Crystal since we talked about our relationship problems. Sophie is just so bubbly that talking to her makes me feel young again.

It's so peaceful in my room right now. Gave me time to meditate. There's just something about being sick that can be purifying to the soul. I mean, yeah, you feel terrible physically, but the helplessness you feel really helps you become humble. Helps you realize how dependent we all are on God. This is probably the most wholesome fever I've ever had :)