Winter is Not For Winds
Americans got their Turkey Day with yummy food and I got a cold. Anyone want to trade with me?
I've pretty much slept these last two days, with the little time of being awake being spend drinking hot liquids and pumping my system shock-full of vitamin C. It's not that I feel particulary horrible most of the time, but the moment I get up and stay on my feet even a little while, I start feeling dizzy and utterly exhausted. The silver lining of the deal is the fact that this is happening over weekend. Of course, assuming I am not better by Monday, even that point becomes void.
Winter rushed here in a hurry last weekend and early this past week. Sunday was a snow storm and more kept coming, albeit in less stormy way throughout Monday. There are many things I dislike even more than snow, but snow most definitely makes me extremely reluctant to venture outside of the house. Even more so, if I do not have suitable winter gear available, which was the case on Monday when I was supposed to head out to school. Sure, I managed to dig out my winter coat and even found my dorky winter hat, but none of my winter shoes are kept in the house during other seasons. It's somewhat annoying, since even my brother has a pair of winter shoes here and he doesn't live here anymore. Meh.
But alas, even without winter shoes, I decided to suck it up and head to school. Wearing sneakers, I scrambled my way through the snow. Not adviceable activity, especially when the snow is way above your ankles. By the time I made it to the car, my ankles were quite unpleasantly wet. The parking lot had yet to be cleaned of the snow, so I was a bit uncertain if I could get out of there with the car, but I decided to at least try. That is, until I walked into the car shelter and realized that the storm winds of Sunday had made the snow get everywhere and that the car was covered all around. Quick glance at my watch confirmed that by the time I'd be done digging out the car, it'd be hopelessly too late to make it in time for class. That was the last straw and after cleaning out the worst snow from our door steps, I returned inside to try to get warm again.
The invasion of tiny flies that I was stuggling with a few weeks back seems to have ceased. I think this is partly due to me using an evening couple of weeks back to bug spray the hell out of my room. That did seem to get rid of most of them, but I did still discover some freak survivors or new warriors couple of days later. Those were just lone cases though, so it wasn't a very big deal. Even the last ones seem to be gone now that the winter came, though. This leads me to believe they were sneaking in from some miniscule hole somewhere in the house to get into a warm place and now it is too cold for any of them to be trying anything. I'm quite glad to see them gone, since out co-existance just was not working out, even if that was mostly due to me killing them at the sight.
My therapist finally returned to work this week, so I had my first session in about half a year. I still don't know exactly what the medical operation was that she had and I must admit I am horribly curious, but I do know that it really isn't any of my business. If she did tell me stuff about herself, it'd blur the lines of strictly therapist-patient relationship and for someone as affection deprived as me, that'd probably be risky ground.
The session itself went fine. After the first 10 minutes, I glanced at the clock and wondered how on Earth I'd come up with stuff to talk about for the whole time since I was already so long into catching up with what I've been doing and feeling. Next time I looked at the clock it was 5 minutes before the end and I hadn't even touched some big issues. Whoups? Still, it's pretty nice to be able to talk to someone about everything again.
Two more weeks of school and I'm quite horrified, to be honest. I'll have 5 exams for the Japanese class, not to mention the international Japanese qualification exam. Granted, I should pass the latter fairly easily, since I'm only trying the lowest level, but it's pretty stressful still. Especially because this damn cold is putting me behind schedule on getting stuff done! I need to write another Japanese paper by Wednesday *and* I need to re-write corrected versions of all of the old Japanese papers I have written during this fall. This on top of the usual mountain of homework. Not to mention that the work project is kicking in full-gear on Monday. Plus I need to get that new server space and email all set up to avoid losing all my stuff.
... I think I'll go crawl under some warm blankets now and come out when it's spring. -_-;;
I've pretty much slept these last two days, with the little time of being awake being spend drinking hot liquids and pumping my system shock-full of vitamin C. It's not that I feel particulary horrible most of the time, but the moment I get up and stay on my feet even a little while, I start feeling dizzy and utterly exhausted. The silver lining of the deal is the fact that this is happening over weekend. Of course, assuming I am not better by Monday, even that point becomes void.
Winter rushed here in a hurry last weekend and early this past week. Sunday was a snow storm and more kept coming, albeit in less stormy way throughout Monday. There are many things I dislike even more than snow, but snow most definitely makes me extremely reluctant to venture outside of the house. Even more so, if I do not have suitable winter gear available, which was the case on Monday when I was supposed to head out to school. Sure, I managed to dig out my winter coat and even found my dorky winter hat, but none of my winter shoes are kept in the house during other seasons. It's somewhat annoying, since even my brother has a pair of winter shoes here and he doesn't live here anymore. Meh.
But alas, even without winter shoes, I decided to suck it up and head to school. Wearing sneakers, I scrambled my way through the snow. Not adviceable activity, especially when the snow is way above your ankles. By the time I made it to the car, my ankles were quite unpleasantly wet. The parking lot had yet to be cleaned of the snow, so I was a bit uncertain if I could get out of there with the car, but I decided to at least try. That is, until I walked into the car shelter and realized that the storm winds of Sunday had made the snow get everywhere and that the car was covered all around. Quick glance at my watch confirmed that by the time I'd be done digging out the car, it'd be hopelessly too late to make it in time for class. That was the last straw and after cleaning out the worst snow from our door steps, I returned inside to try to get warm again.
The invasion of tiny flies that I was stuggling with a few weeks back seems to have ceased. I think this is partly due to me using an evening couple of weeks back to bug spray the hell out of my room. That did seem to get rid of most of them, but I did still discover some freak survivors or new warriors couple of days later. Those were just lone cases though, so it wasn't a very big deal. Even the last ones seem to be gone now that the winter came, though. This leads me to believe they were sneaking in from some miniscule hole somewhere in the house to get into a warm place and now it is too cold for any of them to be trying anything. I'm quite glad to see them gone, since out co-existance just was not working out, even if that was mostly due to me killing them at the sight.
My therapist finally returned to work this week, so I had my first session in about half a year. I still don't know exactly what the medical operation was that she had and I must admit I am horribly curious, but I do know that it really isn't any of my business. If she did tell me stuff about herself, it'd blur the lines of strictly therapist-patient relationship and for someone as affection deprived as me, that'd probably be risky ground.
The session itself went fine. After the first 10 minutes, I glanced at the clock and wondered how on Earth I'd come up with stuff to talk about for the whole time since I was already so long into catching up with what I've been doing and feeling. Next time I looked at the clock it was 5 minutes before the end and I hadn't even touched some big issues. Whoups? Still, it's pretty nice to be able to talk to someone about everything again.
Two more weeks of school and I'm quite horrified, to be honest. I'll have 5 exams for the Japanese class, not to mention the international Japanese qualification exam. Granted, I should pass the latter fairly easily, since I'm only trying the lowest level, but it's pretty stressful still. Especially because this damn cold is putting me behind schedule on getting stuff done! I need to write another Japanese paper by Wednesday *and* I need to re-write corrected versions of all of the old Japanese papers I have written during this fall. This on top of the usual mountain of homework. Not to mention that the work project is kicking in full-gear on Monday. Plus I need to get that new server space and email all set up to avoid losing all my stuff.
... I think I'll go crawl under some warm blankets now and come out when it's spring. -_-;;