For the first time in 2011 I finally feel not sick as a dog. It's been a long trying four months and I'm sick of feeling sick. I think I've finally cracked what's wrong with me: I've become lactose intolerant. So we've got some soy milk and that's pretty all right, but of course, I can't wave that flag till after I get the proper testing.
So right now I'm surviving on Yakults, soy milk and these tablets called Nexium. Stomach problems run in my family, so it seems I've inherited the family disease. Alas, I'm only 26! But anyway. I'm very fortunate to have the friends I do. I spent a very lazy easter reminiscing with my very good friends Matt and Ben.
As younger men we never really fit into any kind of mould: we were ridiculous pranksters who got up to all kinds of (illegal) shenanigans, we were avid gamers who spent weekends chilling out with snacks, junk food and all kinds of crap and we'd pick a game and smash it out in a weekend. And Matt, Pat and I could be amazing party animals smashing it out at the Lounge, heading to Sorry Grandmas and partying to godless hours of the early mornings and not getting to sleep till 9 the next day.
But we outgrew that stuff. Most of it. I played Final Fantasy 13 with my friends that thursday and friday, chilled out with more of my friends and saw Thor on Saturday and now today I rested. Then I'm heading out for an ANZAC day BBQ and to watch the game (Carn the Pies!).
I'll admit that in my private moments I can fall into some horrendously black moods and depressions. And after four months of feeling like dog crap? I hit the bottom real hard. Seeing my friends and just hanging out just pulled me out of the pits like it always does. AND I was even more fortunate to receive Katy's writing tips via SMS following a hilarious conversation over the phone.
Who has time to feel bad with friends like these? :)
