Intestinal flu

I had to leave work early, and take today off due to intestinal flu. I’ve had the flu before, but not intestinal. It’s very painful. Cramping twice an hour takes a lot out of you.

On the upside, I get as many glasses of Ginger ale and pieces of saltine cracker as I want.


Edit: This particular strain is from Australia.

Dear Man with 5 Typewriters, May 24, 2017

Dear Man with 5 Typewriters, I found myself wondering today what you look forward to after a long day of everyone in your face, and I decided, that if it were me, I’d just want someone to hear my voice. Someone to listen to me and not ask for anything from me. Someone to make me laugh and forget stressful rushing and all the details that I have to check and recheck each day. Someone to pamper me, just a bit. So, here goes.

More than anything, I think you need someone who sees you, not your face, your position, or the trail of your past. Just you, right now. The you that is a person, slightly tired from work and needing to be seen as himself.

So, this is my somewhat awkward attempt to be there for you. I’m going to chatter at you now, the way I would if I were there with you. Interrupt as much as you want. That’s part of being there for each other. (I really hope you’re not thinking I’m  nutso cutlet..I mean, I am kinda..but this is the best I can do to cheer you up)

You just walked in…

“Dude, you look mega tired. Get in the tub, I added a bath bomb in there and it smells like vanilla and green tea. It’s piping hot and I just put a towel in the dryer so jump in and forget everything but the feeling of bubbles and water. You’ve got cute feet.”

“I have a pitcher near the floor, so I can wash your hair. My mum use to wash my hair this way so I know it helps relieve stress. Stop looking at me like that, this is totally ok, just keep your bits covered proper-like. Sheesh, you really are shy.”

“Ok, done. Now finish washing up after this Brown Eyed Soul track ends. I’m going to get you something to eat. The towel is on the toilet lid, all warm from the dryer. Take your time..Brown Eyed Soul is meant to be meandered through. I put some pajama pants and a t-shirt in there with you.”

“Here, I got you a hot pastrami sandwich, with russian and mustard. With a sliced up dill pickle and a Coke. Of course I got chips! Who do you think I am? I got your back! Oh, I didn’t forget the chocolate chip cookie, it’s in the microwave ready for 10 seconds heating to make it perfection. You should never doubt me.”

” I know you usually like Kung-fu movies, but I think you might need a bit of laughter, so I got Kung-fu Panda cued up for us to watch. Just wait, in 30 minutes you’ll be way more relaxed.”

See, laughter is the best. I totally pretended I didn’t see you drifting off a little. I totally get it. Today was rough.  Thanks for not laughing when I cried over an animated movie or getting annoyed when I yelled at the screen.

You have totally seen this movie anyway…stop pretending you haven’t. Did too. Did too. Did. Toooooooo.

Ok, Time for you to go to bed. Nuh-uh, put that work junk away. I totally saw that face, work is done for the day workaholic…I saw that face part 2 also….I’m going to finish up by reading to you. Lie down on the couch. Because your bedroom is too personal, you’ll blush more than you did in the bath dude.

I’m reading The Cerulean’s Secret by Dennis Meredith, I know you’ve never read it, that’s why I picked it. You’ll like it, it’s perfect for you.


He’s asleep. (Smile)

Cover him up. Turn down the light.

Slip out after locking the door.

Good night Typewriter Key.


(Ok, so I know I can’t really do all that, but…I want to ease your listen to the music, read the book preview, and smile…because you know someone cares about you. The real you. The tired you. The you that understands that, though I’m awkward, I’m sincere. Yeah, I’m kinda dorky, but you like that about me, right?)



Dear Man with 5 Typewriters,

I don’t know if you read Tarot, but if you do, you are the King of Wands…totally.

King of Wands

He is a warm-hearted man and leader. As he has become mature his freedom has become restricted. He has chosen responsibility but impatience is now depicted. He is a very strong and kind person and he makes a good friend or lover. He is passionate in his friendships, life in general and about good causes.

Of course, I would add a few things:

Lives for a good story, over-prepares for every eventuality. Is never satisfied he’s done enough, and really likes sandwiches…a lot. Has a tendency to run his hands though his hair (resulting in epic squirrel hair) , can’t sit still or stop working,  and loves pushing the envelope out of his way.


Not one, but two

2 songs. I can’t stop wanting to hear them. I don’t know why, but, I just keep needing to play them lately.

Justin is responsible for more than one of my past song obsessions. “Mirrors” and “Not a bad thing” are permanent fixtures on my playlist. Sneaky, very sneaky with the making me sing and wanna move my feet thing. I’m watching you, mister!


This is the other one. The music is perfectly paired with her voice. I just love the way she sings.

If you haven’t figured it out I’m a terribly emotional listener. I like songs that sound like poems set to music. Give me a good story and I’m done for every time.


Daily log: May 24, 2017

I slept in today, a bit, because I pulled my back slightly yesterday and feel quite sore. It’s not that bad, I pull muscles often lifting gear.

Anyway, having a lie-in feels nice. It’s my indulgence and I take it every time I have a free day off. I stay up until 3 am and wake at 11. Staying up until 3 am is prime introvert time. Nobody else is awake, save me. Pure heaven.

I have to get ready for Z’s visit. 3 whole months. I’ve not had more than 2 weeks at a time with Z in the last 8 years, so it’s a big deal. To me, it’s everything.

I requested 2 weeks off. I hardly ever take time off, so when I do, it’s usually a long time. This makes my manager really happy… NOT.

I feel the need to meditate. I’ve not done for a few weeks.

Lately, everything feels like a merry-go-round. The same one, not even a new one.