Sick and neglected

Very quick brief post. My life is running on eight cylinders at the moment, though I myself am only running on two (at some points, one and a half). Got knocked down by one of those bugs that start off as a tickle in your throat and graduate into full-blown runny nose and slight fever. Was going to have Thanksgiving (at a hotel, am too nuts to go all out and cook) with Goldfinger and my old friend Eric this week, but both of them have school commitments. It's just as well, since I am knackered. Saw Goldfinger briefly at school today. Nice to catch him on his own. Have to admit, been feeling a little...oh, what's the word? I think people would be tempted to label this "jealous", but I don't get jealous, so I would say...pouty? Been feeling pouty since Goldfinger spends more time with his university friends than with me. I mean, he's even taken them out to play paintball! We still haven't done that together. Okay, partly my fault, I know, busier than a bee, but still! Pout. In Thai we say "noi jai" or "little heart" - there's no real English equivalent, though I suppose "neglected" is close. Just had a flashback to the Darren Hayes concert. Goldfinger, who towers over me, snapping pics of my fave singer with his cell phone. Sweet, huh? Can't stay mad when you have memories like that. Well, back to the grind.

Final thought: I hate being sick. Dur.