the karmic blahs
Okay, I'll admit it. I'm sick. There's a magical white spot on one of my inflamed tonsils that disappears and reappears, I keep coughing up crap, and for the first time since my throat starting acting up, the rest of my body feels quite blah. Like "there's no way I could get myself to climb on the stationary bike or lift weights today" kind of blah. Please, blah, go away. It's bad enough being sick for work (seriously, I'm such a bad person), but it sucks worse to be sick on your days off. Not that I do much more than sit and watch Buffy (which I need a refill on) and clock in some gym time, but I had plans for these four days of beautiful freedom. Plans to thesisize and run lots and see friends and do my push-ups and make food with as little stove/oven use as possible and whatever. Plans that may have been ignored, but they were there waiting for a healthy Lindsay.
So, being fresh out of Buffy, I curled up with a book this morning after hitting my snooze button for two hours (you would too if you felt like I did and it was all overcasty outside). This particular book I bought last week even though I was a couple pages into something else and have a big bookcase full of unread pages, but it's a disease, you see. It's unavoidable. Anyway, I picked up another McEwan, an author I've been wanting to sample, and this one, another of Ashley's recommendations, The Confederacy of Dunces. All three looked pretty new for being sold at a used bookstore and were half price, per the usual expectations. So, you can imagine my surprise when the cashier asks for $15 instead of the expected $22. I didn't say anything. I just grinned at the receipt and left, thinking that some good karma had hit me up.
And now I have this infection. So not worth the $7.
I suppose I'll attempt to live like a normal person today. After all, I did work two twelves, observed through a ten, and celebrated the 4th by cleaning my apartment (like actual cleaning using cleaning products and rags) for the past four days through this crappiness. I suppose I can take a shower and get some groceries and do some bore-cycling. I'll leave the thesisizing for tomorrow. It's far too strenuous for today.
So, being fresh out of Buffy, I curled up with a book this morning after hitting my snooze button for two hours (you would too if you felt like I did and it was all overcasty outside). This particular book I bought last week even though I was a couple pages into something else and have a big bookcase full of unread pages, but it's a disease, you see. It's unavoidable. Anyway, I picked up another McEwan, an author I've been wanting to sample, and this one, another of Ashley's recommendations, The Confederacy of Dunces. All three looked pretty new for being sold at a used bookstore and were half price, per the usual expectations. So, you can imagine my surprise when the cashier asks for $15 instead of the expected $22. I didn't say anything. I just grinned at the receipt and left, thinking that some good karma had hit me up.
And now I have this infection. So not worth the $7.
I suppose I'll attempt to live like a normal person today. After all, I did work two twelves, observed through a ten, and celebrated the 4th by cleaning my apartment (like actual cleaning using cleaning products and rags) for the past four days through this crappiness. I suppose I can take a shower and get some groceries and do some bore-cycling. I'll leave the thesisizing for tomorrow. It's far too strenuous for today.