General State of Yuckyness, not working a double, and my need for sleep...
I have been feeling ill since around 1530 today. My stomach is all tight for some odd reason, and I'm just in a general state of yuckyness. I basically sat at the House for eight hours, moaned about my General State of Yuckyness, went home and bitched about the General State of Yuckyness to Trips and Numfar, and then came to the Floor feeling even worse and telling Lilo all about the General State of Yuckyness.
It was so bad tonight, that I helped make a homemade cheesecake (with my coworker, I still have yet to name) including crushing all those cookies for a crust and could not eat it.
I felt that ill.
And it's just annoying. I've tried to utilize my ways of making myself better, and it isn't working. Nothing is budging from either side. Mic suggested maybe I pulled a muscle doing something, but it's not the feeling of muscle ache. It's like, "Omg, I'm so full, kill me now, kthnxbai."
But I felt this way before dinner which is why I am especially puzzled.
I have a plethora of foods that I brought for tonight's lunch, but I'm eating potatoes that aren't too spicy and Lilo's Chicken Adobo, which she brought in just for me. They're both good, but my body is hating me right now.
I have just been so damned bored, and totally not up for doing any semblance of work. We're currently closed on the Floor, and this is my third double in four days, so woot to trolling online. Except that I've already trolled through multiple sites and have now become a zombie that just stares at the screen. I just have no work to do.
Well, here, anyway. I have been doing little tasks whenever I have spare time in order to a.) clean the apartment b.) find my Floor key [which I accomplished today! Yay!] c.) prepare for Birthday Extravaganza as well as d.) prepare to ditch Old Futon and obtain New Sleeper Sofa. So, all of my work needs to be done at the Apartment. I've already balanced my budget, and written letters to Momma, and generally planned my life. Alas, all I have left is Livejournal.
So, in other words, hi!
I did receive good news tonight from Mic. I was under the impression that I was working two doubles, again back-to-back, later this week and would have absolutely No Time in which to accomplish anything. There would be sleeping, working, cleaning?, sleeping, working, cleaning?, etc. But since I pulled a double last Thursday, that counts for THIS week, which means I won't be pulling a double on Wednesday.
Y'all have any unholy ideas about how HAPPY I am about all of this? I see Monday and Wednesday to be nights of over-sleeping lots. I have been saying for the past two nights, with these doubles at the Floor, that Monday night will be a night of Much Sleep, and I'm ecstatic. I could theoretically go to bed by 2 AM (which is an exorbitantly early time for me, since beddy bye is usually around 6 AM or later, even when I'm not working midnights) and I don't have to work until late on Tuesday, and we're not getting the New Sleeper Sofa until late on Tuesday, so I am generally happy.
I was worried that my little tasks wouldn't be accomplished and Smurf or Caterpillar or whomever would have to sleep on mounds of laundry (clean and dirty) and Lord only knows what else instead of sleeping on the other half of my bed. And then people would start taking random bits of my clothing into random areas of the apartment and sleep on them instead of sleeping on beds and blankets.Me: "Anybody know where my fleece is?"
Shink: "It would appear that Kayrin's cuddling with it in a corner, using a flip-flop for a pillow and what is that? A milk crate for her feet?"
Me: *sighs* "I love my life. And nobody take a shower. (Caterpillar)'s sleeping in the tub."
Granted, I have to work a double on Thursday night, but then I come home Friday morning, sleep LOTS, and then drive to the Shore to bask in all the Shore-y wonder. And then more sleeping, and then drive back for Extravaganza, and then MORE sleeping, and then workworkwork for the next month...
... but hey! There's some good sleeping going on right there!
It was so bad tonight, that I helped make a homemade cheesecake (with my coworker, I still have yet to name) including crushing all those cookies for a crust and could not eat it.
I felt that ill.
And it's just annoying. I've tried to utilize my ways of making myself better, and it isn't working. Nothing is budging from either side. Mic suggested maybe I pulled a muscle doing something, but it's not the feeling of muscle ache. It's like, "Omg, I'm so full, kill me now, kthnxbai."
But I felt this way before dinner which is why I am especially puzzled.
I have a plethora of foods that I brought for tonight's lunch, but I'm eating potatoes that aren't too spicy and Lilo's Chicken Adobo, which she brought in just for me. They're both good, but my body is hating me right now.
I have just been so damned bored, and totally not up for doing any semblance of work. We're currently closed on the Floor, and this is my third double in four days, so woot to trolling online. Except that I've already trolled through multiple sites and have now become a zombie that just stares at the screen. I just have no work to do.
Well, here, anyway. I have been doing little tasks whenever I have spare time in order to a.) clean the apartment b.) find my Floor key [which I accomplished today! Yay!] c.) prepare for Birthday Extravaganza as well as d.) prepare to ditch Old Futon and obtain New Sleeper Sofa. So, all of my work needs to be done at the Apartment. I've already balanced my budget, and written letters to Momma, and generally planned my life. Alas, all I have left is Livejournal.
So, in other words, hi!
I did receive good news tonight from Mic. I was under the impression that I was working two doubles, again back-to-back, later this week and would have absolutely No Time in which to accomplish anything. There would be sleeping, working, cleaning?, sleeping, working, cleaning?, etc. But since I pulled a double last Thursday, that counts for THIS week, which means I won't be pulling a double on Wednesday.
Y'all have any unholy ideas about how HAPPY I am about all of this? I see Monday and Wednesday to be nights of over-sleeping lots. I have been saying for the past two nights, with these doubles at the Floor, that Monday night will be a night of Much Sleep, and I'm ecstatic. I could theoretically go to bed by 2 AM (which is an exorbitantly early time for me, since beddy bye is usually around 6 AM or later, even when I'm not working midnights) and I don't have to work until late on Tuesday, and we're not getting the New Sleeper Sofa until late on Tuesday, so I am generally happy.
I was worried that my little tasks wouldn't be accomplished and Smurf or Caterpillar or whomever would have to sleep on mounds of laundry (clean and dirty) and Lord only knows what else instead of sleeping on the other half of my bed. And then people would start taking random bits of my clothing into random areas of the apartment and sleep on them instead of sleeping on beds and blankets.Me: "Anybody know where my fleece is?"
Shink: "It would appear that Kayrin's cuddling with it in a corner, using a flip-flop for a pillow and what is that? A milk crate for her feet?"
Me: *sighs* "I love my life. And nobody take a shower. (Caterpillar)'s sleeping in the tub."
Granted, I have to work a double on Thursday night, but then I come home Friday morning, sleep LOTS, and then drive to the Shore to bask in all the Shore-y wonder. And then more sleeping, and then drive back for Extravaganza, and then MORE sleeping, and then workworkwork for the next month...
... but hey! There's some good sleeping going on right there!