I haven't really felt well today. Actually, I've pretty much felt like death on a stick--roasted over a furnace. I woke up with that icky "I might be getting sick, but I have a chance to push it off, so I'm going to try my damndest" feeling.
Classes were painful today because I couldn't help my mind from roving back and forth. They lasted forever, as did that afternoon. I ended up returning to the apartment around 5:30 pm only to pass out on my bed until Per woke me up for dinner at which time I received the obligatory "you don´t look so good" to which I repsonded (at least in my head) "no joke?"
Food made me feel better, but I couldn´t help missing my mother.
I´ll admit it. I´m a mama´s boy. Say what you will, but she makes my life and yesterday..damn...I just really wanted my mama. The funny thing is that I could get her to come over here if I really wanted to (don´t get any ideas, mom), but something tells me that I have to get through this.
So a hot shower and sleep it is.
blessings.
jon.
about me
- jon
- Welcome to the Dog Dooner Cafe’. In January of 2006, I began writing this blog as part of a contest for my study abroad program in Copenhagen, Denmark. During the semester that followed, family and friends were able to follow my travels around Denmark and Europe. Over my weeks and months abroad, it became a place to for just that, but also to share insights that the travels brought with them. The name comes from a imaginary place I began telling my parents about when I was 3. As far as I can tell, it was a place where everyone was welcome, where kindred spirits and new friends gathered and loved. The name, then, seemed fitting. Welcome to the Cafe’. Sit down, have some tea, and see what you think.
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