Couch Time

I've been laying on my couch for the past 48 hours. Well ok, there were about 10 hours where I slept in my bed. But other than that, me, my sleeping bag, and my Gator snuggie have had quite the snuggle fest on my apartment's black leather sofa.

I've watched three movies, an episode of Grey's anatomy and eaten a variety of comfort foods, all which have stories attached to them.

Raspberry sorbet reminds me of being sick in grade school. Since our family hasn't ever been keen on medicine, this was our brand of choice. My mom would buy me three different flavors of Haagen Dazs sorbet and make me bowl after bowl until I felt better.

I was really craving all sorts of salty foods yesterday, so I bought some chips and salsa. I love pineapple salsa, especially because it reminds me of beach trips to St. Augustine in the summer. Normally I would complement it with Publix brand gummy worms and 20 cent rootbeer and grape soda, but our local City Market didn't think it would be fair to provide me with such foods that make me miss Florida so much.

Soup. Who doesn't love soup when they're sick? I think the slurping motion is pretty demonstrative of just how pathetic we feel when we are ill.

So I've been reading Donald Miller's "A Million Miles in a Thousand Years". It's all about him taking a look at his life through the context of what makes a good story. Reading Don's thoughts have definitely made me consider my own, and what kind of story my life is telling. I continue to feel like I'm in a holding pattern. A plane taxiing, waiting to depart. I feel like I'm receiving indirect training right now...but there is the continuous feeling as though I could be doing a lot more right now. Right now and always - I don't ever really feel like I'm doing enough. And I continue to make excuses.
Oh, I'll do more when...I have my own car again, when I have community around me again, when I can exercise regularly, when I have the money, when I've been accepted into grad school, etc etc etc.
Anyway, this probably isn't a good time to think about this. I really am sick with flu-like symptoms and need to do absolutely nothing but spend some quality time on my couch.

Oh, and for the one of one people who read this blog, you can pray for me and boys. Pray that I stop having a crush on every single one of them and that I understand that none of them fall into the categories of "Potential Suitors for Katy Johnston". Ok thanks. I'm going to keep laying on the couch now.