There are ghosts in my hospital room. I can hear them. When I close my eyes I can feel them standing in my personal space. Damn rude ghosts… Four days of watching T.V. to the point of shrinking my already small brain even further than half of our American population. Sad sad sad state of affairs. I have the Chicken Pox. BUT ~ as I was watching the news, Websters’ has a new dictionary! They were saying some of the new words to the English language but I’m pretty sure they were just slang. I’m excited about this new edition. My mom has an older one with pages that are made of a light paper, great definitions. We got a newer model – maybe – six years ago. I need a really good thesaurus. A few more months and I can go back to school. (I think.) I also think I’m going to have to pay for my own college this time. I have this underlying quote I heard melded to the left side of my brain, just above slumber – “Hi! I have a college degree, would you like fries with that!”
Oh yah, I’m in the hospital with the Pox. I’m very ichy. I have painkillers on tap so it’s not to bad. I’m hooked up to these cute machines that don’t like to stop beeping, they must be communicating to each other. I haven’t called anyone to tell them – I feel like I bother people with all my damn sicknesses as it is. What’s one more? Really? Okay so boredom has kicked in but I’m mostly just extraordinarily tired cause you never get any sleep in the hospital. *blah* I’m going to sleep - !

Just in case I've see you in the last couple days - I hope you've had the Pox... if not I'm really sorry, wanna share a room?