Wednesday,
March 12, 2003
There have been better days, admittedly
Well, lessee -- I had a dreadful night (7:30 PM -- got home, felt horrible, napped for a couple of hours. 10:30 PM -- got up because Jordan was being a little pissant. 12:30 AM -- tried to get back to sleep but Lyndon wanted to talk about work and this book he wants to write. 2:00 AM -- he finally fell asleep and started snoring loud enough to wake the dead. 4:00 AM -- I finally decamp and stagger out to the living room to sleep. 7:30 AM -- the fukaktah alarm goes off. I give it the finger, stagger back into the bedroom and doze for another couple hours).
Oh, and I have a raging case of PMS, too. I've already warned one coworker (no, not Steve) of this and to consider carefully any witty comments he would like to make. His reply: "That's going around -- I heard the exact same thing when I left the house this morning. I'll talk to you in a couple of days." And I'm supposed to do the American and Swedish taxes when I get home tonight, then create a pattern from an old jacket Lyndon borrowed from someone and intends to return this weekend. Admit it -- you want my life.
On the good side, it was around 70 degrees when we went to lunch, and it smells so great out there -- I suspect the windows will be flung open joyously when I get home tonight, let some of that winter funky air out of the apartment. And we stopped off at a Half Price books next to the restaurant at lunch today, so I picked up RINGWORLD, RINGWORLD ENGINEERS, CRYPTONOMICON, DUNE MESSIAH and GOD EMPEROR OF DUNE (trying to get ready for the miniseries on Sunday -- I have to see if I can get CHILDREN OF DUNE somewhere). I may be tired and crampy, but I've got lots o' good reading to look forward to this week.
On the bad side, I went down to the gym to try and work out. Managed three exercises out of five, my throat now feels like I've been gargling with barbed wire, and the glands under my jaw are sore and tender to the touch. Great -- on top of the lack of sleep and PMS, I seem to be coming down with what feels like the flu. Absolutely lovely. Did I mention that I committed to going to a candlelight vigil to protest the war on Sunday? Unfortunately, it's after the St. Patrick's Day parade (in which I shall be dancing) and before CHILDREN OF DUNE starts. Steve suggested I just keep on my dance costume -- it would add an air of festivity to the proceedings. I dunno if you want that sort of festivity at a vigil -- we'll have to see.
And for reasons
that I don't understand but are probably related to my body's attempts at sabotaging
any hopes of weight loss (either that, or I'm lacking some really arcane minerals),
I suddenly want a piece of pizza and a salad with Marie's creamy Italian dressing.
Whatever.