Thought spans…
A door from liverpool, a flat in moscow.
I’m sick. Having a flu, not swine flu I think. Although how the hell I know.
But I know that my love had the same and now she’s alright… I expect myself being ok on the evening…
But it’s strange to have high fever. I rarely do… usually just 37,5 and now it was somewhere like 38,7. And thanks to all this swine hype I needed to think am I scared or not. I was more thinking about her than myself though. Dying is just dying.
And then after reading some stuff from internet, the changes to die on it are not so high after all.
Who knows.
I’ve been sleeping so badly. Not thick enough mattress, and for some reason my left side is specialy hurting… and every time I turn, I wake… so the continuous periods of sleep are ususally around 1-2hours.
Not enough.
All and all this seems to mean that I’ll skip the teachers performance, even if I would be feeling alright tomorrow. It’s always to have some work underneath the performance and now I haven’t been able to do it.
I notice my mind return to the money.
I was asked to teach in barcelona in september, but the pay will not probably cover even the trips from ibiza and back… SO why the hell? BUt then again, why not. money comes.
My thought tries to span the distance, ut somehow it’s just not good enough.
