1/10/00

This morning, for the first time in a week, I woke up feeling okay. Not good, just okay, but it was a big improvement. Every time I get sick, I always vow to never take my good health for granted and to express gratitude toward my immune system on a daily basis. Of course this never lasts more than a few days, but right now the sentiment is still going strong. It's so nice to be relatively healthy again, and to have enough energy to lead my ordinary life again.

I think a crucial factor in my recovery is the fact that I spent most of the weekend sleeping. I was supposed to go to a party Friday night, but I slept through it. In fact, I fell asleep at around 7 p.m. on Friday night and slept on and off through almost the whole day Saturday. I did manage to get out of bed long enough to finally go see "The Talented Mr. Ripley" with Andy on Saturday night.

The movie was more entertaining than I thought it would be. I only sort of liked the book, and figured that since I already knew the story, the movie would be even less interesting. But, they changed the story enough to make it interesting, and the cinematography was excellent, and the acting was good, too. Some of the changes to the story were kind of disappointing--they made the Ripley character more sympathetic and the Dickie character less so which detracted somewhat from the moral ambiguity of the story. But overall, I thought it was worth seeing.

I slept most of the day yesterday, too. Then I went over to Jay's and we watched "Good Will Hunting" on DVD. I annoyed him greatly by pointing out all the Boston area landmarks familiar to me. After the movie, we spent almost an hour arguing about what to eat for dinner. Jay wanted sushi, of course, but I wasn't in the mood. Jay felt that his vote should carry more weight since he hadn't eaten anything since Friday night. I'd only eaten once since then (Saturday night, when Andy and I went out to dinner. Since I've been sick I've had no appetite whatsoever), so we both pulled up our shirts and compared our shriveled and emaciated stomachs (the only good thing about getting the flu is that my skinny jeans hang off my hips now).

We ended up compromising by going out for Italian food which neither of us particularly enjoyed.

Then we dropped in at Phil's house unannounced. He was pretty good-natured about it, though.

We spent a mellow couple of hours talking, eating clementines, listening to Japanese pop CDs and watching Phil practice writing Japanese characters on newspaper with his new calligraphy kit.

There was definitely a sense of finality about the whole evening. I probably won't be spending many more evenings at Phil's apartment, because he just found out this weekend that the person he's subletting from wants her apartment back so he has to move out. He'll obviously find a new place sometime in the next few weeks, but it's just kind of sad to think that we won't be hanging out over there any more.

And then the more major development is the fact that I'm probably not going to be seeing much of Jay any more either. His girlfriend is moving up here from Hawaii, and will be living with him and the somewhat unresolved nature of our relationship makes the whole thing pretty awkward. This news actually shook me a little more than I thought it would. After all, I don't really see much of Jay now, and he's been together with his girlfriend for about a year and a half now, so I should certainly be comfortable with that concept. The only thing I can think of is that this underscores the fact that I lost. Not only did he choose a relationship with her over a relationship with me, but now, he's also choosing his relationship with her over his friendship with me. I guess that still doesn't make any sense. Oh well.