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I'm having a lot of trouble existing right now. I'm also really melodramatic. But seriously, I haven't felt this randomly lousy in a while. At first I thought I was simply tired and achy from lack of sleep, hardwood floors, and alcohol. But a four day hangover? Not so likely. I've been trying to sleep it off but I still feel like shit. My whole body hurts, I'm irritable and spacey at work and the work is starting to hurt my wrists, and I wake up feeling like I didn't even get any sleep. I'm the hypochondriac type, so I've been attempting to recap everyone I've shared saliva with over the past few weeks, but I've only kissed one person and don't think I've shared any drinks. So I think that rules mono out. I'm not sure though, never had it before or bothered to really look into it. I just know that you're really tired and whatnot. I don't know what else it could be. Unless it's just stress and disappointment building up and manifesting as physical pain, but I really can't make that call. I'm not coughy or sneezy or sniffly.
I just started reading "Notes from Underground" today at work. The first paragraph was so me, it was ridiculous.
"I am a sick man. I am a wicked man. An unattractive man. I think my liver hurts. However, I don't know a fig about my sickness, and am not sure what it is that hurts me. I am not being treated and never have been, though I respect medicine and doctors. What's more, I am also superstitious in the extreme; well, at least enough to respect medicine. (I'm sufficiently educated not to be superstitious, but I am.) No, sir, I refuse to be treated out of wickedness. Now, you will certainly not be so good as to understand this. Well, sir, but I understand it. I will not, of course, be able to explain to you precisely who is going to suffer in this case from my wickedness; I know perfectly well that I will in no way "muck things up" for the doctors by not taking their treatment; I know better than anyone that by all this I am harming only myself and no one else. But still, if I don't get treated, it is only out of wickedness. My liver hurts; well, then let it hurt even worse!"
As it goes on, I'm seeing a lot more that I relate to, but I don't feel like typing it all up. The specifically serious sentences are in bold. Hopefully my new strategy to avoid douchey interrupters will work so I can get through this book faster than the last. Oh man though, "Haunted" was so good. Besides "Stranger than Fiction," I've yet to be disappointed by Palahniuk. That one didn't really hold my interest for the most part. There were a few good stories in there though.
Uhhh, otherwise I don't really have much to say. It's just been work, exercise, and the internets. Peter wants to meet in Keene this week some time, at first I wasn't going to because I just like to go home and be lazy after work, but I think I might tomorrow. I have to call or im him. I have a check to cash from the school too. I don't know. It wouldn't hurt to get out more during the week. I'm so lonely over in my little corner at work.
Uhh, Saturday I'm heading to Easthampton to see TFT and stand outside during Aeroplane 1929. Oh boy. I think that's all. I have to send my old buddy Joe from the Clark a message telling him to go because he lives in Amherst. Maybe he will, maybe he won't. But it doesn't hurt to invite him. That's about it.
I just started reading "Notes from Underground" today at work. The first paragraph was so me, it was ridiculous.
"I am a sick man. I am a wicked man. An unattractive man. I think my liver hurts. However, I don't know a fig about my sickness, and am not sure what it is that hurts me. I am not being treated and never have been, though I respect medicine and doctors. What's more, I am also superstitious in the extreme; well, at least enough to respect medicine. (I'm sufficiently educated not to be superstitious, but I am.) No, sir, I refuse to be treated out of wickedness. Now, you will certainly not be so good as to understand this. Well, sir, but I understand it. I will not, of course, be able to explain to you precisely who is going to suffer in this case from my wickedness; I know perfectly well that I will in no way "muck things up" for the doctors by not taking their treatment; I know better than anyone that by all this I am harming only myself and no one else. But still, if I don't get treated, it is only out of wickedness. My liver hurts; well, then let it hurt even worse!"
As it goes on, I'm seeing a lot more that I relate to, but I don't feel like typing it all up. The specifically serious sentences are in bold. Hopefully my new strategy to avoid douchey interrupters will work so I can get through this book faster than the last. Oh man though, "Haunted" was so good. Besides "Stranger than Fiction," I've yet to be disappointed by Palahniuk. That one didn't really hold my interest for the most part. There were a few good stories in there though.
Uhhh, otherwise I don't really have much to say. It's just been work, exercise, and the internets. Peter wants to meet in Keene this week some time, at first I wasn't going to because I just like to go home and be lazy after work, but I think I might tomorrow. I have to call or im him. I have a check to cash from the school too. I don't know. It wouldn't hurt to get out more during the week. I'm so lonely over in my little corner at work.
Uhh, Saturday I'm heading to Easthampton to see TFT and stand outside during Aeroplane 1929. Oh boy. I think that's all. I have to send my old buddy Joe from the Clark a message telling him to go because he lives in Amherst. Maybe he will, maybe he won't. But it doesn't hurt to invite him. That's about it.