Sunday 27 January 2008

It's Getting Hot in Here

I made this decision recently (considering this is January, one might call it a "resolution") to be happier. This may sound like a completely unquantifiable goal (which, according to my dear friend, Sylvia, is not appropriate for a resolution and thus my calling it a "decision" instead) but I have put into place and into a Moleskine journal how I want to accomplish raising my happiness quotient. It's working. By golly gosh, it's working.

I'll write about how and why it's working soon. Promise. But in order for me to be able to write about it, my brain needs to stop smoldering long enough to form coherent thoughts. Because I'm really working the happiness but I'm also currently working my second round of dengue fever. Yes, I know that I said a person can't get the same strain of dengue more than once but apparently my immune system is too busy trying to contract any tropical virus it can find that it forgot to read the CDC website's guidelines for dengue.

So I have dengue -- again -- and I'm physically miserable and it couldn't have come at a worse time as La Boquita is kicking some major musical ass right now. I joked last night that I'm finally living the life of a rock star: performing for 6-7 hours each night while drinking whiskey from a coffee mug to keep my throat from burning out and then sleeping until time to get ready to perform the next night.... sometimes crashing out so hard that I don't even take off my dress and high heels before collapsing. Now all I need is a tour bus with which to lure my groupies. I've been existing on orange juice, tortilla soup, te de manzanilla, and the aforementioned whiskey. Not exactly what the happiness plan called for but, quite miraculously, between the freezing spells and the ice baths and the prickly pain of a terrible fever and the fainting spells from overheating, I'm quite content... or maybe the word I'm looking for is "delirious."

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