For One Who Dreads The Weekends
Mar. 17th, 2002 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackofallgeeksToday was entertaining.
I got up at 10:30 (after a bed time of roughly - ah, who am I kidding, I don't remember) and proved once more that one can do anything one sets their mind to. I had mass at 11, so I was out of bed by 10:40.
I think I took medicine this morning. I think. I do know I felt fine, save for the horrible taste in my mouth which adimantly reminded me thast I should NOT have taken that cough syrup last night.
I went to mass and, on the way over, was suddenly made aware that, though yesterday we nearly hit 80, today was a far cry from that weather. It was cold. And, of course, I didn't have a jacket. Ah well, I'm tough, I can take it. Or I'm a stupid male, take your pick.
After mass I braved my way through the biting wind across campus to the cultural center. All day, I was quite certain I should not have been there, and from that side of the mirror, $40 was a cheap price to sell oneself. I coughed alot, though the cough drops I had mercifully suppressed them well. It was 1/2 way through the day when I decided that if I had to put another one of those bankity-blank drops in my mouth, I'd puke.
Lunch was a disappointment. I took the roastbeef I'd so craved the day before, but it was on rye bread, not the normal sub roll. It was less than satisfactory, and the only good thing about lunch was that I could simply ignore everyone.
Closing time eventually came, and so I walked in the chilled mist that had formed from the earlier rain. it was disappointing in that it wasn't REAL rain (precipitation wannabe), and it sucked in that it was chilly to the point of stinging - and my arms were still bear. (Is that how you spell the word? I've never been sure, myself...)
When I got Home, I started coughing uncontrollably. I walked a few circles around the room, and took a sip of water to calm myself down. Then I proceeded to empty my stomach out over the floor. It's OK, there wasn't anything worth keeping in there, anyways. And as a blessing to the floor (and John who owns the rug), my towel (used to dry my arms) was right infront of me. Paying homage the the Terriclothe Goddess, if you like.
After that was cleaned up, I really did feel alot better - typically happens after all that goings on, y'know? Anyways, I called up my Uncle and made arrangements to get to my Aunt Cathy's, since that's where the weekly get together/St Patrick's Day Party/My cousin's 2 B-day were being held. And, after all, I was better, yes? Don't argue this one.
I got there, though I coughed alot in my Uncles car, I was fine at my aunt's house, and had me a bit of cornbeef (mmmmm good stuff) a number of potatos, a few helping of fruit salad, some bread, a few sodas, some normal salad, M&Ms - but I stayed away from the cake. I should have checked if it was chocolate. Mmmmm, chocolate cake...
Then, I came home, muddled a bit, had some pudding, and went to bed. Well, OK, it hasn't all happened YET, but...
About that pudding...
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As a side note - I got inspired to do an interesting little spin on my dramatization from yesterday, and it was going good, though a little rough around the part where he missed having someone who would take care of him. When I got to the part where he thought about shaving, I just laughed. And then with the jeans and button-doen shirt right after that - I just couldn't convert it in all seriousness. Now, don't all mob me or anything - I know it all fits, but there are points where the analogy simply gets too foreign for me. Maybe another time.
I got up at 10:30 (after a bed time of roughly - ah, who am I kidding, I don't remember) and proved once more that one can do anything one sets their mind to. I had mass at 11, so I was out of bed by 10:40.
I think I took medicine this morning. I think. I do know I felt fine, save for the horrible taste in my mouth which adimantly reminded me thast I should NOT have taken that cough syrup last night.
I went to mass and, on the way over, was suddenly made aware that, though yesterday we nearly hit 80, today was a far cry from that weather. It was cold. And, of course, I didn't have a jacket. Ah well, I'm tough, I can take it. Or I'm a stupid male, take your pick.
After mass I braved my way through the biting wind across campus to the cultural center. All day, I was quite certain I should not have been there, and from that side of the mirror, $40 was a cheap price to sell oneself. I coughed alot, though the cough drops I had mercifully suppressed them well. It was 1/2 way through the day when I decided that if I had to put another one of those bankity-blank drops in my mouth, I'd puke.
Lunch was a disappointment. I took the roastbeef I'd so craved the day before, but it was on rye bread, not the normal sub roll. It was less than satisfactory, and the only good thing about lunch was that I could simply ignore everyone.
Closing time eventually came, and so I walked in the chilled mist that had formed from the earlier rain. it was disappointing in that it wasn't REAL rain (precipitation wannabe), and it sucked in that it was chilly to the point of stinging - and my arms were still bear. (Is that how you spell the word? I've never been sure, myself...)
When I got Home, I started coughing uncontrollably. I walked a few circles around the room, and took a sip of water to calm myself down. Then I proceeded to empty my stomach out over the floor. It's OK, there wasn't anything worth keeping in there, anyways. And as a blessing to the floor (and John who owns the rug), my towel (used to dry my arms) was right infront of me. Paying homage the the Terriclothe Goddess, if you like.
After that was cleaned up, I really did feel alot better - typically happens after all that goings on, y'know? Anyways, I called up my Uncle and made arrangements to get to my Aunt Cathy's, since that's where the weekly get together/St Patrick's Day Party/My cousin's 2 B-day were being held. And, after all, I was better, yes? Don't argue this one.
I got there, though I coughed alot in my Uncles car, I was fine at my aunt's house, and had me a bit of cornbeef (mmmmm good stuff) a number of potatos, a few helping of fruit salad, some bread, a few sodas, some normal salad, M&Ms - but I stayed away from the cake. I should have checked if it was chocolate. Mmmmm, chocolate cake...
Then, I came home, muddled a bit, had some pudding, and went to bed. Well, OK, it hasn't all happened YET, but...
About that pudding...
-----------------------
As a side note - I got inspired to do an interesting little spin on my dramatization from yesterday, and it was going good, though a little rough around the part where he missed having someone who would take care of him. When I got to the part where he thought about shaving, I just laughed. And then with the jeans and button-doen shirt right after that - I just couldn't convert it in all seriousness. Now, don't all mob me or anything - I know it all fits, but there are points where the analogy simply gets too foreign for me. Maybe another time.
