The adjoining apartment is refurbishing. It is loud. From early morn until late dark I am assaulted with banging, scraping, and thumps. Without sleep I gain a fever. Fever is my friend. I lie all day getting a few minutes of sleep before sound slams me awake again. By evening the fever has grown. I am delirious, and am talked down from throwing everything out the window. Fever brain thinks if I appease some god, the sound will stop.
When my fever gets high the world turns different colors. The left fevered eye tints the world yellow and the right fever eye tints the world a blue-green. Ohhhh look: yellow room, green room, yellow desk, green desk. I wave my hand from one eye to the other for fever spectroscope vision. Look, yellow scowling Linda, green scowling Linda. She wants to know why I haven’t eaten. I want to know when my room became a tilt a whirl.
In the end Linda has to feed me because my hand and eye aren’t coordinating. The fever is like a taser to my nervous system. I watch a DVD film from the library: The Cabin in the Woods. This turns out to be a variant of Dale and Tucker versus Evil involving college kids and a cabin in the woods. I don’t know why America has so many films about college kids going off into the woods to be chopped up. Perhaps it is because they can drive at 16, but only drink at 21. If they lowered the drinking age, perhaps less people would be chopped up.
It turns out watching a horror film while having a high fever is not a good thing. Not only am I not sure what is real, but will likely be seeing all the horrid things by the bed later. I need to drink fluids. I decide to watch TV on the computer, something nice. I find BBC is showing David Attenborough on the Kalahari in Africa. Is this going to be nice? A dung beetle fills the screen.
I remember how David Attenborough focuses on odd things. One Imax film about Safari David Attenborough goes on and on about Leopard sex and how it happens thousands of times. And then he tells us, the family and children watching the show that the yowling is because the males penis has barbs on it. I think David isn’t getting enough.
Kalahari means ‘thirsty land’ and the BBC shows meerkats, cheetahs and springbok. The pace is good for eating toast and drinking hot apple. The black rhino shows up, and stomps off everyone else at the water hole, including the elephants.
The sex is prolonged, lots of mounting, lots of comments from David regarding the sex. I just wanted to eat toast in peace. And a full vision minutes and minutes of Rhino porn isn’t it. I turn off the computer. Not being able to fast-forward is the problem in watching TV online. Yes, let Rhinos have sex, and let David Attenborough watch. But I don’t want to watch. Even when I'm not fevered. Don’t want to watch Rhino porn while munching on Rice Crispy squares.
I read the Zombie romance Warm Bodies instead.
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