At work today, I've already had two people suggest I spend some quality time with a bottle of whiskey as a sure-fire remedy for my Rh1n0v1rus 0f D00m. Apparently the finance department doesn't just want to see me well, they want to see me trashed. I can live with that.
I think the worse aspect about being this ill is the lack of control I have over my system. It really brings out some of my most vexing qualities, mostly dealing with my congenital need to maintain equilibrium. I can't concentrate, I'm not working as efficiently as usual, I look sketchy, I know I must sound absurd, and dealing with these side effects is definitely a more challenging task for my mind than the job of vacating the germies is for my body.
But it is good to be useless from time to time--I totally deserve this disease. I've been working myself too damn hard for about the past...year...without getting sick, and I'm impressed I've made it this far without losing an eye. I've spent the past two evenings really doing nothing (except for watching delicious, satisfying, crispy food porn!), and as much as I despise my lazy self, it's been secretly excellent. I had forgotten how nice it can be to be bored.
And I'll be glad to be back to forgetting again--here's to being healthy by tomorrow! I CAN DO THIS! MIND OVER MATTER--I DON'T MIND AND YOU DON'T MATTER!
If I'm cold-free by Saturday, I think we should support this event (click the thumbnail for details):
sougwen did the sweet design for this ad, and the idea of a crazy-Heather-influenced-dance-party reminds me of the Chow Bar event long ago. Thus let us dance to the (not entirely) shitty techno!
Back to repositioning my lungs.