Tuesday, October 28, 2003, Bangalore
I wonder if I had grown up somewhere more tropical if I would even notice the bugs. Goddam they’re everywhere. Ugh! I bought ant poison today, and as a response, the ant gods decided to have dozens of freaky littled winged dying ants falling onto the dinner table and onto my and everyone else present’s food. Seems one just can’t win.
My dehydration (see end previous entry) I think very much weakened my immune system. That – hand in hand with the dodgy place I ate lunch, all the dodgy things I must have inhaled, and all the dodgy insects that surely bit me – sent me for yet another day of this trip in bed with a fever. There’s something psychologically troubling about reading Crime and Punishment while couped in a little room and delirious with fever. Did have an almost too vivid dream about being in the front yard with Willie and Henrietta and Faun and Sam and Stephen and Talitha and Rose. That’s all, no plot, just sitting out the under the Cherry tree. I managed to leave the room at about 2:30 to procure cereal. God I wish they would have just left me alone! My “good name” is bugger off and just let me buy some cereal and some milk-in-a-bag without 5X as many store clerks as there are mes cornering me in the aisle and asking what I want and getting it for me and “which country” and… I had a fever, alright? Sometimes I can’t handle this whole hands-on approach to store clerking, especially when I’m worried about the bags of spices and boxes of biscuits baring their teeth at me. (That’s a sign of aggression.)
Felt better on Monday, still a bit delirious, but had to get up and out and went to school. Tried to get to sleep early and of course ended up with complete insomnia. Finished Crime and Punishment, now no more reading about fevers and no more having fevers.
The streetcows here do not sleep standing up! Are Indian cows just lazy, or is the whole premise behind cow tipping just a big lie? Not that I would want to harm one of the very carnacious godly incarnations. I just need to know if I’ve been lied to all my life.
And, you, remember, if I wrote about interesting things, that would be an entirely different and not-boring blog, now wouldn’t it? (You know what I’m talking about if you’re the one I’m addressing and you’re readin’ this.) Besides, don’t I want to keep a little bit of mystery for my readers back home? Keep ’em coming back, y’see.
Booked tickets for a little journey to a little land named Kerala. More on that in a while, crocodile.