slumber
I do not like being sick. Generally, when I am sick I get really stubborn, choose to believe I am NOT sick and go about my business till it eventually goes away. This particular illness is quite stubborn though and has prevented me from going on about my day by knocking me out with exhaustion.
I do have a tiny soft spot for this one though because it has temporarily cured my insomnia. There's nothing like a good illness to make you pass out at 11pm instead of 4am. I'm getting about eleven hours of sleep a night at this rate. Yesterday I made myself get up at nine to eat breakfast and drink water, be productive etc etc and the illness made me go back to sleep for another hour cause it was too early.
It's like the illness is my sleep nanny, kicking me into gear.
I have stubbornly scheduled my illness to end by Friday afternoon so that I may go out Friday night to see a friend that will only be in town for the weekend. We'll see if nanny is up for that.
In other suzy news, I cannot wholeheartedly agree to move to Dallas. To be fair, I haven't finished researching all their agencies yet. But to be honest, I might love Austin more than I do advertising. It's such a close call. I mean, this city is such a big character role in my life. I think it might be worth it to me to just take on a few necessary jobs to earn/save money and wait out the recession.. still undecided though. I like to change my mind about this frequently. I'll see what nanny has to say about it.
I went to the library to return three books and came out with five more. This must be some other, unrelated illness. It's an obsessive want to consume all books and gain knowledge.
The very existence of this journal was spawned one day when I was running a fever at home. Just.. a fact for you.
Luckily being sick grants me the guiltless right to read books in bed. adieu.
I do have a tiny soft spot for this one though because it has temporarily cured my insomnia. There's nothing like a good illness to make you pass out at 11pm instead of 4am. I'm getting about eleven hours of sleep a night at this rate. Yesterday I made myself get up at nine to eat breakfast and drink water, be productive etc etc and the illness made me go back to sleep for another hour cause it was too early.
It's like the illness is my sleep nanny, kicking me into gear.
I have stubbornly scheduled my illness to end by Friday afternoon so that I may go out Friday night to see a friend that will only be in town for the weekend. We'll see if nanny is up for that.
In other suzy news, I cannot wholeheartedly agree to move to Dallas. To be fair, I haven't finished researching all their agencies yet. But to be honest, I might love Austin more than I do advertising. It's such a close call. I mean, this city is such a big character role in my life. I think it might be worth it to me to just take on a few necessary jobs to earn/save money and wait out the recession.. still undecided though. I like to change my mind about this frequently. I'll see what nanny has to say about it.
I went to the library to return three books and came out with five more. This must be some other, unrelated illness. It's an obsessive want to consume all books and gain knowledge.
The very existence of this journal was spawned one day when I was running a fever at home. Just.. a fact for you.
Luckily being sick grants me the guiltless right to read books in bed. adieu.