we dance along and sing along in high grass and daisies

I went to bed yesterday, looking out of my window where the stars were so prominent on the clear night sky. It's such a lovely sight. My nose is a waterfall, has been the last few days. I didn't recognise the ache in my bones to be different to a regular muscle soreness after exercising. You'd think that being a nurse would have made it more obvious to me that I'm probably having the flu. But if there's one thing I've learned, it is that nurses are good at taking care of others, and forget themselves. That is my experience. Yesterday was good. I had a phonecall from Ale, and we had a brief catch up over the phone. I told her about my current turmoil, and she told me about her new beau. Her voice accompanied me to the train station, where we said our goodbyes. After a ten minute train ride, I was in the city, staring at tall and architectonic buildings. A short walk, that almost had me crashing into multiple other people, led me to Sugar and my belieber friend, who were sat waiting for the gang to arrive at our regular spot. Shortly after my arrival, Kiwi arrived with her suitcase. We all ordered salads, I joined in on Kiwi with her vegan ways. Instead of a regular no-meat day, I had a vegan day yesterday. I figured since a lot of the time, I eat vegan meals on those days anyway, why not just go vegan for the day? Only logical, I found. (I've spent too much time reading about Spock's logical ways. How suiting that he is a vulcan, and therefore vegetarian). We caught up, we've not been gathered together all of us in months. But it never really feels like it. Not for me, maybe. I forget sometimes that I see all of them pretty regularly, but they don't see each other as regularly as I do. We spoke of lighter things, and then some more serious things. We almost always do, really. Has thanksgiving passed by? I'd like to say I'm grateful for my friends anyway. I sometimes think of the person I'd be without the amazing people around me. I'm sure I'd be in despair, in an alternative universe somewhere. We spent a few hours chatting, until we all were about to pee ourself, and parted our ways. I walked slowly towards the train I knew would leave any second, trying to decide whether I'd want to stand in a crammed train. In the end, I did, it felt like standing in a three-person hug. I've always thought that if you want physical touch, just use public transport in the midst of rush hour. I was home in what felt like record time, watched Kevin McCloud and "oohed" and "aweed" at the amazing houses. Today I've been reading on my old curriculum, yes, because I do that sometimes. Because with the amount of curriculum we actually had, I don't think you can get through it and understand it within the three years a bachelor is done. I was going to brace the cold and go grocery shopping today, but with my runny nose and sore body, I decided to stay inside and chug down several mugs with lemon tea. I was asked to work a night shift as well, but I've already said yes to work four shifts this week, as I also did last week. Don't know what's gotten into me, seeing as I've been enjoying working as little as possible. I looked through my pictures yesterday, pictures throughout the years, and I was surprised to feel envious of my former self. It feels like the little I had of photography prowess has dimmed. I think, next year I'll finally buy myself a new camera. I've had my trusty one since 2010, I think, and it's brilliant. Love it to death, and it's one of my most precious belongings. But I've wanted a new camera for ages, years, and I've not indulged, because there's always been other things to buy first. At least I have my writing. Just got a snapchat from Lynx thanking me for her birthday card. When Volla was opening her gifts on her surprise birthday, she read my card out loud. Warning her friends first: "my sister always have a tendency to write special cards". Then she read my 95 words, and it's like the content of my card suddenly made a more serious moment. My tumblr-friend says I choose my words carefully, and I do sometimes. Because if you tread carefully, words can be really powerful. It's why poetry can be so piercing. Anyway, I ought to eat now. If you want a little cheer-up, or feeling especially lovey, I'd suggest you see this video. It's a strange and charming music video.