Nothing particularly new has happened, I just want to update on the status of my illness. I've learned that people call it the 'ship cold', and apparently everyone gets it when they start on a new ship - usually a lot sooner than I have. Now that I think of it, Reks and some of the other social hosts got it my second week here. I'm surprised I didn't just get it then with them. I'm feeling ever-better too, although my voice has taken on a particularly husky attribute. A gay man told me he wanted me yesterday (jokingly, of course, he is gay after all) because of it, so I guess that's alright.
I managed to have my first relaxing night in a long while yesterday. I went up to the bar but didn't drink, and instead hung around with the bassist onboard. He's an older Englishman from Manchester, and we managed to have a good chat about life in general. He's decided he needs to move to San Francisco and be friends with my father, making the assumption that anyone who raised me must be pretty cool. I think he and dad would get on pretty great.
Today we're in the Cayman Islands, but I slept in instead of getting off the ship. That may sound really lame, but it was much needed and this has been my favorite morning in weeks. I'm going to get offline in a minute and chill out with The Decemberists, and maybe find a movie and someone to watch it with.
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