antecoitus

If you
notice me updating more its because…

I’m bored
stiff from staying at home, these past four days. Yes I have been at home the
first working week of the year. Answering my emails proves to be the easiest,
least time consuming part of my work, it’s the meetings that occupy millennia,
and without it, I have a lot of free time. On January 2, the first day of work, my
stomach started feeling funny but I dismissed it as troubles from too much champagne,
Cuba Libre and leftover firework whiff. But when I was forced to stay home for a
day more because of nausea, I decided to get a more learned opinion because I
have formed way too much of my own. I didn’t even have to tell my doctor my
symptoms, he was just guessing one after another like he’s psychic. Heh. My
doctor said I have ulcer and I need to undergo gastroscopy so that he can
understand it more. Then I can go back to work in a week’s time from yesterday
and only after he has rechecked me. It’s apparently from stress, smoking, drinking
and coffee. Its highly likely then that Muslims have the lowest propensity to acquire it. I
know, not supposed to be funny. Anyway, I’m staying here with a diet made up of
a lot of dairy to neutralize the overproduction of acids in my gut. I wonder if
I’m going to grow more boobs (or an udder) from drinking too much cow products
(as a curse from cowdom).  Bigger boobs I
can take, more boobs… well maybe to some cultures that’s attractive but I have
no plans of moving yet. Wojtek, as usual is my med-police and he’s taken to
heart what the doctor said that I should be eating 3-5 times a day in smaller
portions. He’s reminding me to stuff something into my face every two hours.
Jesus. I just want to get through this, quickly.

In the
middle of the streets, Wojtek and I, Jana and Kenan stood waiting and shouting
for fireworks. We opened the two champagne bottles (one for each couple) at twelve
and stayed there for a few more minutes.

It was downright perfect.

I realized that in every relationship (not just romantic ones) that you have — four years is not at all different than one. A year is not greater than a week. When all is done, all you are left with are moments. If they are great, they stay for decades, maybe even centuries if you manage to grow that old. Sometimes, you don’t even remember the face, just that moment of honesty and freedom, and the purity you felt. My new year’s resolution is to make an unlimited supply of those, even if I risk cheesiness.

Needless to say from all the wine I’ve been drinking during my night round, I
was already floating away even before the real party started.  At that time it didn’t really matter since everyone was.