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I believe that I am ill.
It is not fun. Having just napped for about three hours, I'm not too sleepy right now, but I feel floaty and disconnected. There are vague aches everywhere, pale fluid sensations behind my eyes, my whole body is constantly cold, particularly my hands and feet. The cats think I am a space heater. Typically they don't lie down on me like this. My eyes, at least, aren't aching right now.
One of the most reliable things, though, is that I've had an earworm all day. I get songs stuck in my head all the time, but they typically leave before too long. When I'm ill, I tend to get obsessed with something. And now it's an annoying song.
Just as I promised last time, I'm trying to think of it as cyborg flu, but the lack of rather dark dreams and a really persistent delusion is making that exercise not so strong. Hopefully this is a short illness.
In other news, my dad drove me back to Adrian yesterday to pick up something I'd forgotten to take with me last spring. See, I hadn't known I was transferring, so I'd left some things there. Since Adrian people are awesome, they boxed stuff up ad left it for me. Also, Pi put one of my porcelain skeletons in the Student Show, and apparently people like it. Visiting there again was both heartening and very sad. On the one hand, apparently I knew a lot of people. And they liked me! And a dragon I put up on a blackboard which is pointing and has a speech balloon has not been erased, although people have put new words in its mouth and change them often. When I went there, it generally got erased every few weeks and I'd put a new one.
On the other hand, there are all these changes already, and walking around seeing them made me feel old. And people liked me there and knew who I am. My student advisor and my boss looked out for me. Eastern's not like that at all. I always get the feeling that everyone at Eastern sees me as a number, a set of variables. Aw, man, now I'm crying. Damn cyborg flu is making me sentimental.
Sick tears don't taste like normal. It is some kind of nonorganic lubricant. I'll focus on that.
In other other news, I signed up for NaNoWriMo.
It is not fun. Having just napped for about three hours, I'm not too sleepy right now, but I feel floaty and disconnected. There are vague aches everywhere, pale fluid sensations behind my eyes, my whole body is constantly cold, particularly my hands and feet. The cats think I am a space heater. Typically they don't lie down on me like this. My eyes, at least, aren't aching right now.
One of the most reliable things, though, is that I've had an earworm all day. I get songs stuck in my head all the time, but they typically leave before too long. When I'm ill, I tend to get obsessed with something. And now it's an annoying song.
Just as I promised last time, I'm trying to think of it as cyborg flu, but the lack of rather dark dreams and a really persistent delusion is making that exercise not so strong. Hopefully this is a short illness.
In other news, my dad drove me back to Adrian yesterday to pick up something I'd forgotten to take with me last spring. See, I hadn't known I was transferring, so I'd left some things there. Since Adrian people are awesome, they boxed stuff up ad left it for me. Also, Pi put one of my porcelain skeletons in the Student Show, and apparently people like it. Visiting there again was both heartening and very sad. On the one hand, apparently I knew a lot of people. And they liked me! And a dragon I put up on a blackboard which is pointing and has a speech balloon has not been erased, although people have put new words in its mouth and change them often. When I went there, it generally got erased every few weeks and I'd put a new one.
On the other hand, there are all these changes already, and walking around seeing them made me feel old. And people liked me there and knew who I am. My student advisor and my boss looked out for me. Eastern's not like that at all. I always get the feeling that everyone at Eastern sees me as a number, a set of variables. Aw, man, now I'm crying. Damn cyborg flu is making me sentimental.
Sick tears don't taste like normal. It is some kind of nonorganic lubricant. I'll focus on that.
In other other news, I signed up for NaNoWriMo.