Back again
I'm operating at about 50% right now. Feeling okay...but I used my two sick days, so that's over. Actually, if i talk/move too much I wind up feeling, well....icky. Which is why I spent the last two days holed up in the dark recessess of my couch. Watching TV, reading and sleeping. OH how I slept. Nothing feels so good as my TV room with the little heater on full blast, a bevy of teddy bears and a warm blanket. Now that was the life.
...Except the whole being sick thing. That kinda sucked. I drank 7 cans of ginger ale and consumed 8 gravol over the last 2 (three if you count sunday, when i skipped out on church to be ill) days. Considering I never (or, very rarely) take any medication other than tylenol, I was in a perpetual state of drowsiness. All questions were answered with 'buh?' and 'snerrg?'. On monday at work I forgot where I was (binding books). I was sitting there, thinking...and the next thing I know I've got no idea where i am and why I'm not at home. It was a little disquieting. So I went home (driving precariously ) and spent the next two days asleep. Actually, k and I watched Little Women on Monday night. Laurie and Jo were SOUL MATES. You can't just...not marry your soul mate. Depressing movie when you really think about it. Louisa May was a spiteful old hag(and still a mind-numbingly good writer. To this day Little Women is the only book that has made me cry. Gone With the Wind and Captain Corelli's Mandolin came precariously close....but no cigar.).
There was some building on fire in Langley today. Kinda weird. The smoke wasn't all that black, though. More....brownish. Why was that?
Oh, and yesterday I went to Tae Kwon Do (can we say 'BAD CALL!'?). This guy (a friend. a cute friend) asked me why I didn't Tech plays at the high school anymore. I just sort of stood there and felt my ego deflate, managing a 'because I graduated?' before it completely fizzled out. I forget that I look like I'm a well-developed 12 year old. DAMN my childish face! I think he was embarassed, though, which kinda makes up for it. >_<
I was joking about it with my little sister, who immediately began to console me. I sort of...stood there, slack-jawed and said "no, no...I was just joking. I'm really, REALLY not upset." Some people don't get the concept of self-mockery. It's a fun little hobby that generally puts people at ease. Then I went into the house and she yelled at me because i went to fall into bed, and not to take the dog out. (Last time we were out for 30 mins looking for his STICK, while the teenagers around the school went 'shh! shhh!!! they've got a flashlight! We'll wait them out!". Ugh. Sometimes I hate suburbia.
Oh yeah - and The OC? Umm, so last week we watched Marissa and Ryan make out, this week it was Seth/Ana/Summer. (don't worry: no threesomes.) Show is...I dunno. Ryan ditched his Chino (which, I would like to point out, is also the name of an extraordinarily good brand of frozen perogies) roots and is now a full-fledged Newport shmuck. destined for yuppie-dom before he even passes 30. *sighs* They don't make 'em like they used to, I'll tell you what. Other than that this was an annoyingly happy episode. None of the angst that is normally pursued. And yet i still watch.
Did you know that at 10AM they have episodes of Saved By the Bell on? I hate myself for watching that much TV.
ta for now.
I'm operating at about 50% right now. Feeling okay...but I used my two sick days, so that's over. Actually, if i talk/move too much I wind up feeling, well....icky. Which is why I spent the last two days holed up in the dark recessess of my couch. Watching TV, reading and sleeping. OH how I slept. Nothing feels so good as my TV room with the little heater on full blast, a bevy of teddy bears and a warm blanket. Now that was the life.
...Except the whole being sick thing. That kinda sucked. I drank 7 cans of ginger ale and consumed 8 gravol over the last 2 (three if you count sunday, when i skipped out on church to be ill) days. Considering I never (or, very rarely) take any medication other than tylenol, I was in a perpetual state of drowsiness. All questions were answered with 'buh?' and 'snerrg?'. On monday at work I forgot where I was (binding books). I was sitting there, thinking...and the next thing I know I've got no idea where i am and why I'm not at home. It was a little disquieting. So I went home (driving precariously ) and spent the next two days asleep. Actually, k and I watched Little Women on Monday night. Laurie and Jo were SOUL MATES. You can't just...not marry your soul mate. Depressing movie when you really think about it. Louisa May was a spiteful old hag(and still a mind-numbingly good writer. To this day Little Women is the only book that has made me cry. Gone With the Wind and Captain Corelli's Mandolin came precariously close....but no cigar.).
There was some building on fire in Langley today. Kinda weird. The smoke wasn't all that black, though. More....brownish. Why was that?
Oh, and yesterday I went to Tae Kwon Do (can we say 'BAD CALL!'?). This guy (a friend. a cute friend) asked me why I didn't Tech plays at the high school anymore. I just sort of stood there and felt my ego deflate, managing a 'because I graduated?' before it completely fizzled out. I forget that I look like I'm a well-developed 12 year old. DAMN my childish face! I think he was embarassed, though, which kinda makes up for it. >_<
I was joking about it with my little sister, who immediately began to console me. I sort of...stood there, slack-jawed and said "no, no...I was just joking. I'm really, REALLY not upset." Some people don't get the concept of self-mockery. It's a fun little hobby that generally puts people at ease. Then I went into the house and she yelled at me because i went to fall into bed, and not to take the dog out. (Last time we were out for 30 mins looking for his STICK, while the teenagers around the school went 'shh! shhh!!! they've got a flashlight! We'll wait them out!". Ugh. Sometimes I hate suburbia.
Oh yeah - and The OC? Umm, so last week we watched Marissa and Ryan make out, this week it was Seth/Ana/Summer. (don't worry: no threesomes.) Show is...I dunno. Ryan ditched his Chino (which, I would like to point out, is also the name of an extraordinarily good brand of frozen perogies) roots and is now a full-fledged Newport shmuck. destined for yuppie-dom before he even passes 30. *sighs* They don't make 'em like they used to, I'll tell you what. Other than that this was an annoyingly happy episode. None of the angst that is normally pursued. And yet i still watch.
Did you know that at 10AM they have episodes of Saved By the Bell on? I hate myself for watching that much TV.
ta for now.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home