Returning to Old Lady Mode to Rejuvinate
I’ve had a crazy week. For my own health, I plan on returning to the safety of my old lady habits this weekend. I will spend a quiet weekend with my family, go to sleep before 10:00, and complain about my sister’s rock music and her skate boarding (even though she doesn’t even own a skate board).
Monday I felt funny all day. I had a head ache and felt like I was going to get sick, but I shrugged it off until Tuesday, when I woke up at 7:00 and the room decided to spin. I went to the doctor, who asked me if I knew I had a fever. I replied with science, asserting that I do not get fevers. She tended to believe the thermometer more than me, prescribed antibiotics, and sent me on my way. Having been informed to take it easy, I knew the most logical thing to do was to maintain my plans of going to the midnight showing of Eclipse with Sam, Stephen, Trish, Matt, Sean, Rachael, and Drew. We even managed to peer pressure Max into going with us, despite his insistence he’d rather die. The conversation went something like this:
Stephen: Extra ticket! You should go!
Max: Hell No.
Sam: It’ll be fun! We’re going to laugh at how bad it is!
Max: Hell. No.
Cori: If you don’t go, you clearly don’t love me.
Max: HELL NO.
[1 hour later, at the theater]
Max: HELL NO- how did I end up here?! What preteen hell hath I entered?
Sam: Lolz. [Drinks Mad Dog out of a Sobe bottle with a straw]
Priceless. Except that this movie was more “meh” than “So-God-Awful-I-Must-Laugh-Lest-I-Weep.” So it was about two hours of staring at a screen and going “meh” and trying to ignore the screaming teens and soccer mom’s (and Drew) whenever Edward or Jacob came on screen. The best part of the whole experience was the Harry Potter preview before the movie started.
We finally got home around 3:30am. Max and I scrambled into bed, as I had work at 7:30 and he had weight training at 8:00. I got to work and went into zombie mode, running off 2.5 hours of sleep. I was pretty proud that I managed to stay conscious until 10:00pm, when my body gave me a giant middle finger and made me fall asleep face first in my pillow.
Yesterday was spent frantically writing a paper that was do today, that I had neglected to touch all week. Today was spent adding sources to that paper to make it sound academic before I turned it in, and then driving to Turkey Creek to buy some candles for my spells and a bin that I will possibly be turning into a new house for Pablo. Later I headed over to Sam’s for first Friday, in which stores and galleries bribe you with food and boxed wine to look at their stuff. I got through one glass of wine and a small plate of finger food when my body again decided it hated me. I spent most of my night trying to compromise with my body in my mind. “Look, I’ll stop drinking if you’ll stop the stomach pain, ok?” or “Ok, I’ll sit down, just make my knee stop throbbing,” or “Ok, ok, I’ll buy that bottle of vodka, but only if you promise to be good.” It was a strange night.
Now, I’m getting ready to pass out. I’m grateful for the bed, and grateful that this weekend will be full of nice, easy family stuff.
Unless Andre and Max want to blow shit up on Sunday night.
Monday I felt funny all day. I had a head ache and felt like I was going to get sick, but I shrugged it off until Tuesday, when I woke up at 7:00 and the room decided to spin. I went to the doctor, who asked me if I knew I had a fever. I replied with science, asserting that I do not get fevers. She tended to believe the thermometer more than me, prescribed antibiotics, and sent me on my way. Having been informed to take it easy, I knew the most logical thing to do was to maintain my plans of going to the midnight showing of Eclipse with Sam, Stephen, Trish, Matt, Sean, Rachael, and Drew. We even managed to peer pressure Max into going with us, despite his insistence he’d rather die. The conversation went something like this:
Stephen: Extra ticket! You should go!
Max: Hell No.
Sam: It’ll be fun! We’re going to laugh at how bad it is!
Max: Hell. No.
Cori: If you don’t go, you clearly don’t love me.
Max: HELL NO.
[1 hour later, at the theater]
Max: HELL NO- how did I end up here?! What preteen hell hath I entered?
Sam: Lolz. [Drinks Mad Dog out of a Sobe bottle with a straw]
Priceless. Except that this movie was more “meh” than “So-God-Awful-I-Must-Laugh-Lest-I-Weep.” So it was about two hours of staring at a screen and going “meh” and trying to ignore the screaming teens and soccer mom’s (and Drew) whenever Edward or Jacob came on screen. The best part of the whole experience was the Harry Potter preview before the movie started.
We finally got home around 3:30am. Max and I scrambled into bed, as I had work at 7:30 and he had weight training at 8:00. I got to work and went into zombie mode, running off 2.5 hours of sleep. I was pretty proud that I managed to stay conscious until 10:00pm, when my body gave me a giant middle finger and made me fall asleep face first in my pillow.
Yesterday was spent frantically writing a paper that was do today, that I had neglected to touch all week. Today was spent adding sources to that paper to make it sound academic before I turned it in, and then driving to Turkey Creek to buy some candles for my spells and a bin that I will possibly be turning into a new house for Pablo. Later I headed over to Sam’s for first Friday, in which stores and galleries bribe you with food and boxed wine to look at their stuff. I got through one glass of wine and a small plate of finger food when my body again decided it hated me. I spent most of my night trying to compromise with my body in my mind. “Look, I’ll stop drinking if you’ll stop the stomach pain, ok?” or “Ok, I’ll sit down, just make my knee stop throbbing,” or “Ok, ok, I’ll buy that bottle of vodka, but only if you promise to be good.” It was a strange night.
Now, I’m getting ready to pass out. I’m grateful for the bed, and grateful that this weekend will be full of nice, easy family stuff.
Unless Andre and Max want to blow shit up on Sunday night.