.o12 x i... am very sick.
Friday barely exists for me. Thursday I went to bed at... one-ish after watching Click. No school on Friday, just work at 4, so one was a reasonable bedtime, yes? (Click was decent, by the way. I enjoyed watching it, at least.)
Woke up Friday at one in the afternoon (after waking up once or twice during the night and trying cough drops and that throat spray to no effect until my dose of medicine kicked in) and had no voice. At all. It was kinda scary really. So I had Cris call my parents so one of them could call my work to say I wasn't coming in. (I knew he'd be too chicken to call himself, the big scaredybear.) Went back to sleep at like... three. Slept on and off until twelve Saturday (today). So out of those twenty-four hours, I was awake maybe twenty? Ish? That's a lot of sleep. So today when I woke up, I felt weirdly... floaty. Like I was just dreaming, and everything that had happened before was a dream too. I finally distinguished reality from dream (because I did dream a little, about Egan)... but it took forever for that floaty feeling to go away. Until just now, really. No... it's kinda still there. Whatever.
Anyway, I saw The Prestige with mom and Cris, and I really liked it. A freaking ton. It's one of those that I get out of the movie and I just want to babble on with someone about theories, events, what this meant, where this fit in, blah blah blah... but mom and Cris aren't those sorts of people, so I had to shut up. On a day when I was feeling better, I might not have shut up, haha.
I work tomorrow. I'm starting to feel better, so I'm gonna go in. It's just four hours. I already lost like five and a half this week when I only had 13 to begin with, so yeah, let's not lose any more.
Danny's at my Starbucks now. I guess he was permanently transferred finally. They've been talking about it.
Righto. Tata.
Woke up Friday at one in the afternoon (after waking up once or twice during the night and trying cough drops and that throat spray to no effect until my dose of medicine kicked in) and had no voice. At all. It was kinda scary really. So I had Cris call my parents so one of them could call my work to say I wasn't coming in. (I knew he'd be too chicken to call himself, the big scaredybear.) Went back to sleep at like... three. Slept on and off until twelve Saturday (today). So out of those twenty-four hours, I was awake maybe twenty? Ish? That's a lot of sleep. So today when I woke up, I felt weirdly... floaty. Like I was just dreaming, and everything that had happened before was a dream too. I finally distinguished reality from dream (because I did dream a little, about Egan)... but it took forever for that floaty feeling to go away. Until just now, really. No... it's kinda still there. Whatever.
Anyway, I saw The Prestige with mom and Cris, and I really liked it. A freaking ton. It's one of those that I get out of the movie and I just want to babble on with someone about theories, events, what this meant, where this fit in, blah blah blah... but mom and Cris aren't those sorts of people, so I had to shut up. On a day when I was feeling better, I might not have shut up, haha.
I work tomorrow. I'm starting to feel better, so I'm gonna go in. It's just four hours. I already lost like five and a half this week when I only had 13 to begin with, so yeah, let's not lose any more.
Danny's at my Starbucks now. I guess he was permanently transferred finally. They've been talking about it.
Righto. Tata.