My Weekend Broke
On Friday night, my voice started sounding raspy. When I woke up on Saturday morning it was even raspier, my throat was soar, and I didn’t feel so hot. I did what I usually do when I start feeling sick: I ignore it and go about my day. Later in the afternoon, when I got home, I started working on a few things, but I was exhausted and feeling feverish so I took a nap.
I woke up a couple hours later when my phone rang. I answered it, but no words came out at first. When they did I didn’t recognize them nor did the person on the other end because the caller asked if I was there. I laid back down, stared at my walls (which are covered with many interesting things), and feel back asleep. A hour later my phone rang again and the same thing happened except I sounded worse. Even though it was only 8 o’clock I decided to call it day and went to bed, but first, I turned off my phone. Actually, I slept on the couch with my clothes on and I didn’t haven’t to turn off my phone, anyone who would have called already had. I woke up this morning feeling a bit better.
Seems like I’ve been sick all year. I was sick with the flu or something for the first week and half of January and now this cold. Ugh, this better be it. I’ve got work to do.
It sucks because I had a lot planned for this weekend: go to a concert, snowboarding, work on redesigning this site, and other things. All I accomplished was checking out some of Vermont 3.0, walking around, looking at books and magazines at the bookstore, and some research for some projects I want to do. I also did a lot of thinking (I’ve had a lot on my mind lately) while I laid on the couch, staring at my walls. Which was actually nice because one thing I thought about made me feel better. Things will workout eventually as long as I’m patient. Luckily, I’m very patient; I can wait years. The best things are worth waiting for. If things don’t workout, why waste time worrying about something that’s out of my hands. Hmm, maybe it’s the fever that’s making me think uncharacteristically positive.
That’s my busted weekend. I hope everyone else’s was much better. I’m going to stare at my walls some more.
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Feelin' Better
I’ll feel much better than this morning. Still not quite right, liquid bread is helping. I pretty much slept all day. I would have slept more, but some cranky guy from the unemployment office called me to verify that I was looking for work.
I finally received the other half of last weeks photobooth shots. We planned on taking a lot more, but we barely had enough for one. This photobooth is right by the door at the metro station. There isn’t a curtain, so hundreds of commuters were watching us make fools of ourselves.
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I’m Sick
Ugh. I’m sick. My body hurts. My head feels like it’s going to explode. I’m freezing but hot at the same time. I wish I had a hot tub. I can’t focus. This is hard to write. I can’t sleep. I don’t think I slept at all last night—that’s why I’m up with the birds. I’m bored. I can’t read. VPR is on the fritz. I don’t want to watch TV. I’ve been staring at the ceiling—not very interesting. I tried ignoring that I was sick all day yesterday, didn’t work. It could be worse: last year at this time I had surgery. I should go back to bed. I just wanted to complain. Have a nice day.