The double entendre (when not Freudian, when MW definition #1 and not 2) is my favorite.
No, I am not tending to anyone with influenza, but I am contemplating pretending I've been virus-ridden for the past four days.
Too much evidence in the e-world and real world exists to the contrary, though, so I'm left with no real reasons for why I have not been able to come out and play, or work, or stay in and work, or barely do anything but bathe, eat too much and misbehave.
I made a meeting Monday and I made an opening Tuesday. I went to work Tuesday. School Monday was cancelled but I worked on school anyway. I have kept up with dishes and pets. I am going to a baby shower and will fix food for that tomorrow.
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A bit of time has gone by … the inbox is down to 126, with about 100 of them flagged to transmit/enter … another six or so in process of replying … coffee did not help (but to create a freaky ovarian-ish cramp for an hour); I am still tired and bored at heart and discouraged.
Glad I don't have to go "cover" the American Royal parade in the morning.
Sad I missed a personal deadline … when it's every Wed/Thurs/Fri, it's tiresome, and obviously, I'm not that sad about it / since when does sadness serve as a motivator … You would think that I'd even have jumped at the opportunity to create invoices so as to receive (portional) money "for" the past 14 weeks, wouldn't you? In my head, I know that tomorrow is soon enough, that it's not the end of anyone's world, that I'm human and can pretend I can use that for an excuse just this once.
Once?
Funny.
Grocery store is a great place for the anti-social and spacey, but it's dangerous b/c weekly calorie-count is way up and stomach is not working correctly, despite adding lots of vegetables and avoiding rice.
Allons-y.
Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
2 comments:
seasonal torpor blocks my heart, much as halitosis bedevils others' souls. deep into february (or as deep as february gets); books, books, books and books. i don't write. tea is a chore. i'd sigh but, well, you know...usually one day i discover that some part of me experienced an epiphany without letting the rest of me in on it and, as it turns out, i might as well get on with things. misbehaving is always a positive sign. next up, showers, cleaner clothes and the magical mending of the laptop's webcam: hey, look, nick is alive, where you been, boy? this year i look forward to the swine flu; an actual reason would be a change.
Definitely agree with the statement about the supermarket - great place for the spacey and anti-social. Nothing better than to be shopping at 2 in the morning at an all-nighter. It gets even better when you're in a big city like Boston - talk about spacey. Hordes of spaced out people on a munchies binge at 1 AM - its like a scene from 'Night of the Living Dead'.
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