Lord, I feel like shit. I’d really like to go on and on about how absol-fucking-utely horrible I feel. I’d love to whine about how I can’t stay awake, how my head feels like it’s filled with some kind of sticky burning substance, how my stomach has been in painful knots for the last 20 hours or so, and how everything else just makes me want to cry (except that would make it all hurt worse), but that’s just kinda depressing and I don’t have the time or strength to type it all…. ‘cause even my fingers hurt.
So, instead I’ll talk a little bit about babies!
Today I met a man at work, (shut up and wait, this will lead onto baby talk) and we’ll call him Joe because I never caught his name. He was a fairly muscular man with long dark hair, big dark eyes, a full beard and a mustache, and had the whole Indiana-Jones-hiking-boots-with-socks look. He was very handsome…and he was also kind of a grandpa. But he looked very pleasing and calm and nice and had a baby in his arms that he offered to let me hold. Anyone that lets me hold a pretty little five-month-old baby girl named Kiylee is all right in my book. He also had the biggest grin I’ve ever seen. So, while I do feel all shitty today, a grinning baby holding Grandpa “Joe” made things seems a little more… un-shitty. Thank you anonymous Grandpa “Joe.”
But now the baby is gone and I’m alone again and feeling like shit. I think I need to treat myself a little bit like a baby and go take a nap. As soon as Vicki gets into work to take over I’m grabbing a pillow and blanket and passing out under the boss’s desk for a few hours.
Sunday, May 8, 2005
Monday, May 2, 2005
The internet has been done.
Hello world. I’m sitting here trying to pass the time away in the best way possible—by surfing the net. I’ve hit all my favorite blogs, checked all three e-mail accounts, peeked in on my bank accounts, poked through facebook.com, looked for new updates on favorite sites and now I’m finished. I have nothing left to do. Geoff and I went to Steak and Shake for some late lunch this afternoon. It’s about the first time we’ve been to this place since I got sick and threw up on the street right before we had planned to go back to his place and make out. But we were hungry today so we threw caution to the wind and went. Well now he’s belly up and sick in bed and I’m here… alone… left to my own devices… abandoned with only the internet… the vast lonely internet… and I’ve finished it. I’ve finished the internet. And now I don’t have anything left to do.
Sunday, May 1, 2005
204... again!
How very southern, refined and ladylike I feel this afternoon. I’m sitting here all proper with my legs crossed and my very fine skirt on while I delicately munch on a teacake. It’s my first teacake ever. Mr. Man-in-Room-204 had his wife come and visit, and well… she brought me teacakes. They’re very sweet with pretty opaque sugar-lemon glaze. I didn’t think that something that looked like one large crumbly sugar cookie would agree with my taste buds, but it does. I made myself a cup of cinnamon apple tea and I just feel very quaint. If only I had a very small dog right now and a large hat.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Brain bugs are on the loose.
I think I’m having my first migraine. My head is mush. I believe a bug has crawled inside and is currently scratching out a nest in the middle of my brain with its claws. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I start to see little flakes of brain being shoveled out my ear. I think my eyes are partially to blame. They’re like kiwis-- large, squishy, dry and scratchy. Every time they move they rub raw the inside of my head. I have kiwi eyes! I’m going insane! My head is killing me! All I can do is pop pain killers and rub and shake my head but that just aggravates the bug and he starts clawing around more, and my eyes start rolling around and that just scrapes up the inside of my head even more. Then all the shaking and the rubbing and the clawing and the scraping makes me jittery and nauseous and I want to somehow throw up the little bug in my brain but perching your head on the edge of a toilet seat really doesn’t make anything better.
Guess who's in the red dress... wink wink.
Guess who's in the red dress... wink wink.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
334
‘Tis Sunday, an hour after my first entry- I am at work and I am still bored. Must blog.
If you missed my first Sunday entry scroll down and read it now, not that there is any kind of continuity or order to things, but do it anyway.
I restored my computer to it’s original junk last night. Everything was temporarily moved to the external drive and the main drive was wiped clean. My C drive was really starting to get bogged down with little hiccup-y things--video files weren’t playing correctly, the defrag was slow, and the computer would occasionally freeze and shut down. But now it’s all pretty and fast and good! …except I think I fucked up my Dreamweaver program. But what’s new, I seem to do that everytime I mess with my computer.
Ohhh, my next art project has been assigned. I now need to make a 15inch tall ceremonial mask with two faces, one good, one evil. It has to be able to stand on it’s own and has to be somewhat personal, like a self-portrait… (again, gah!). Suggestions? Inspiration? Bullshit? Basically anything is welcome and everything is helpful.
I’m gonna stop now, because I might just end up writing more about odd car antenna’s and I don’t want to do that to you.
If you missed my first Sunday entry scroll down and read it now, not that there is any kind of continuity or order to things, but do it anyway.
I restored my computer to it’s original junk last night. Everything was temporarily moved to the external drive and the main drive was wiped clean. My C drive was really starting to get bogged down with little hiccup-y things--video files weren’t playing correctly, the defrag was slow, and the computer would occasionally freeze and shut down. But now it’s all pretty and fast and good! …except I think I fucked up my Dreamweaver program. But what’s new, I seem to do that everytime I mess with my computer.
Ohhh, my next art project has been assigned. I now need to make a 15inch tall ceremonial mask with two faces, one good, one evil. It has to be able to stand on it’s own and has to be somewhat personal, like a self-portrait… (again, gah!). Suggestions? Inspiration? Bullshit? Basically anything is welcome and everything is helpful.
I’m gonna stop now, because I might just end up writing more about odd car antenna’s and I don’t want to do that to you.
204
‘Tis Sunday- I am at work and I am bored. I must blog.
Today Vjay checked out of our hotel. He was a very short Indian man that was pretty rude to everyone but me. Before I even met him the rest of the staff at the hotel was warning me about the “Hindu Indian” upstairs. He wouldn’t deal with women and he’d have no respect for me. Whooo, hooo, be warned!
Well, that’s only partially true.
He was polite but terse when I dealt with him, but as soon as I started yabbering on about roti prata and school, he perked up. After he heard me say that I’ve been considering a teaching career he started treating me like he treats the guys. He has a great respect for teachers, as I later learned, and said that I “have a soft heart. Teachers need a soft heart.” Until he finally checked out of the hotel, he was still urging me to continue with a teaching degree.
Yesterday we stood around the desk and talked for a long time about the places he’s gonna visit in the US and the things he missed from India. He told me how he deals with flights back to India and I told him how I can’t deal with 2 hour long domestic ones. He went on and on about how he wished it had snowed earlier so he could have had the chance to enjoy it, and I whined and whined about how it was cold.
Later, when I was talking about Geoff, Vjay wished me much happiness with my “husband” ( Vjay was confusing the word “boyfriend” with “husband”) in the future. He clapped his hands and bowed and said that it was his blessing. (I only got the blessing part after I corrected him about my age—he thought I was 16 and getting married!)
I’ll miss Vjay; he was an amusing little man.
Also, my cats are fats and car antenna’s are weird. Just too things I noticed and felt the need to share.
Today Vjay checked out of our hotel. He was a very short Indian man that was pretty rude to everyone but me. Before I even met him the rest of the staff at the hotel was warning me about the “Hindu Indian” upstairs. He wouldn’t deal with women and he’d have no respect for me. Whooo, hooo, be warned!
Well, that’s only partially true.
He was polite but terse when I dealt with him, but as soon as I started yabbering on about roti prata and school, he perked up. After he heard me say that I’ve been considering a teaching career he started treating me like he treats the guys. He has a great respect for teachers, as I later learned, and said that I “have a soft heart. Teachers need a soft heart.” Until he finally checked out of the hotel, he was still urging me to continue with a teaching degree.
Yesterday we stood around the desk and talked for a long time about the places he’s gonna visit in the US and the things he missed from India. He told me how he deals with flights back to India and I told him how I can’t deal with 2 hour long domestic ones. He went on and on about how he wished it had snowed earlier so he could have had the chance to enjoy it, and I whined and whined about how it was cold.
Later, when I was talking about Geoff, Vjay wished me much happiness with my “husband” ( Vjay was confusing the word “boyfriend” with “husband”) in the future. He clapped his hands and bowed and said that it was his blessing. (I only got the blessing part after I corrected him about my age—he thought I was 16 and getting married!)
I’ll miss Vjay; he was an amusing little man.
Also, my cats are fats and car antenna’s are weird. Just too things I noticed and felt the need to share.
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