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Nov. 23rd, 2005 09:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enteleinMy throat is raw, and I am exhausted. I keep feeling like I want to pass out. I am stuck at Reception, again, and I would feel really badly about asking to be back in my office today and making someone else sit up here, since it's so dead and we're closing early, anyway.
I am seriously considering skipping lunch so I can spend every precious minute I can sleeping. Take that Aeron chair, crank it back, prop my feet on my guest chair, and snuggle into my fleece.
I thought maybe it was raining this morning, because as I stumbled about the apartment and tried to pack some last-minute things in my carry-on, I could hear the occasional snick-wick of tires on wet pavement.
Oh ho ho no. Not rain. Snow.
It's actually sunny out now, so I wonder how much of it has melted, but I know that when I surfaced from the subway tunnel and faced the prospect of tugging my weekender bag through slush, I opted instead to hail a cab and pay a few paltry bucks for my diva-like comfort. The world was blue and grey as I grasped with both hands the handle on my small wheely case, and the snow whipped around me wetly, getting into my hair and curling it wildly. I could feel the Powerpuff Girls keychains I had attached to the zippers on my dotcom laptop backpack swinging and hitting my side. My sinuses want a nap. My mood is vulnerable and quiet. I keep answering the phone with as few words as possible. I don't want to talk, I don't want to make facial expressions. I am trying not to sneeze or cough, and I am wondering what sort of meds might be good to purchase on my break, if I can work up the energy to go out there.
In a way, I wish I could stay home, all by myself, and just sit and relish the quiet, get used to this state of living.
I wish I didn't have this cold.
Does rum make colds better? Perhaps there is rum in my future.
I am seriously considering skipping lunch so I can spend every precious minute I can sleeping. Take that Aeron chair, crank it back, prop my feet on my guest chair, and snuggle into my fleece.
I thought maybe it was raining this morning, because as I stumbled about the apartment and tried to pack some last-minute things in my carry-on, I could hear the occasional snick-wick of tires on wet pavement.
Oh ho ho no. Not rain. Snow.
It's actually sunny out now, so I wonder how much of it has melted, but I know that when I surfaced from the subway tunnel and faced the prospect of tugging my weekender bag through slush, I opted instead to hail a cab and pay a few paltry bucks for my diva-like comfort. The world was blue and grey as I grasped with both hands the handle on my small wheely case, and the snow whipped around me wetly, getting into my hair and curling it wildly. I could feel the Powerpuff Girls keychains I had attached to the zippers on my dotcom laptop backpack swinging and hitting my side. My sinuses want a nap. My mood is vulnerable and quiet. I keep answering the phone with as few words as possible. I don't want to talk, I don't want to make facial expressions. I am trying not to sneeze or cough, and I am wondering what sort of meds might be good to purchase on my break, if I can work up the energy to go out there.
In a way, I wish I could stay home, all by myself, and just sit and relish the quiet, get used to this state of living.
I wish I didn't have this cold.
Does rum make colds better? Perhaps there is rum in my future.
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Date: 2005-11-23 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-07 06:18 pm (UTC)Hope your cold is LONG gone. Glad you enjoyed your time in LA and in Florida. And wherever that Joseph Cornell thing was.
And I'm very sorry about your car accident! I am glad you are ok, and I am sorry about your car. I have been in a multitude of accidents, but never a hit and run. That would suck suck SUCK!
See, I am just catching up with everything since the cold. :)