#sickdate

So yeah, i've just been sitting on my ass all day today. Just drinking warm liquids and forcing the sickness out of my body. It's affecting my mood, too. Which is weird. I am thinking a lot. And that, my friend, is never good. I'll probably go out and buy some pens, that kinda calms me. Stationery shopping. I've got a box full of pens that I've bought. I stole a Sheaffer from my old man, i've got a gifted Arrow pen in my pen box and I don't use those.

Why? because a 5 rs pen works ten times better than these expensive pens that are better suited for bludgeoning a small animal to death. They write like shit. The flow, the balance, the consistency of the ink, it's all fucked up. Just brand names selling. I've got a Pentek Frosty on my desk and this shit writes like a hot knife through butter, just marking lines on paper with this pen is a soothing experience. Anyway, the cousins are holed up on my couch and they spent all night watching tv series on their laptops and phones. I snagged Narcos and Stranger Things from them. And I'm watching some bit of Narcos and writing in the other open window. And drinking some warm water. Yes, lots of warm water. And ginger tea now and then. That feels good.