pandemics: not so great actually
Apparently everyone in the city has this weird cold/cough thing. Except in my case it's usually lousy bronchitis. My third time this year for the hat trick. I usually like to pride myself on having this amazingly awesome immune system, but when I'm not feeling well, my mental health goes flying out the door accordingly.
I actually had this dream about cannibalism the other night, then I ventured on over to a dream analysis site that said those sorts of dreams usually mean that something is eating away at one's vitality. And yeah, I think work is certainly eating away at me. I've been sick for roughly the past week and have had no sympathy (big surprise) from the management; I actually had to work a nucking futs Sunday afternoon with no break. I actually someone that I needed something to eat or else I'd probably PTFO, and I didn't get the "grab a granola bar and come back" response I was hoping for. So I spent around three hours just babbling nonsense and not even knowing what the hell I'd be saying because exerting any effort would have resulted in my woozy ass in a Rush North Shore Medical Center bed.
At least school starts tomorrow and I'm stoked for that, mainly because I get my gym membership back. And I went shopping for raw ingredients, mainly fruits and vegetables; Alissa and I have made a pact to stop eating packaged foods and cook everything for ourselves from now on. So I'm hoping that exercise + eating well + less time with jerkface people = healthy me.
Physical health is my short term goal. Financial health...not so much. I just noticed that my health-food splurge racked me a $170 overdraft fee. This better damn well whip me into better shape.
I actually had this dream about cannibalism the other night, then I ventured on over to a dream analysis site that said those sorts of dreams usually mean that something is eating away at one's vitality. And yeah, I think work is certainly eating away at me. I've been sick for roughly the past week and have had no sympathy (big surprise) from the management; I actually had to work a nucking futs Sunday afternoon with no break. I actually someone that I needed something to eat or else I'd probably PTFO, and I didn't get the "grab a granola bar and come back" response I was hoping for. So I spent around three hours just babbling nonsense and not even knowing what the hell I'd be saying because exerting any effort would have resulted in my woozy ass in a Rush North Shore Medical Center bed.
At least school starts tomorrow and I'm stoked for that, mainly because I get my gym membership back. And I went shopping for raw ingredients, mainly fruits and vegetables; Alissa and I have made a pact to stop eating packaged foods and cook everything for ourselves from now on. So I'm hoping that exercise + eating well + less time with jerkface people = healthy me.
Physical health is my short term goal. Financial health...not so much. I just noticed that my health-food splurge racked me a $170 overdraft fee. This better damn well whip me into better shape.