Upright and at work
Sep. 15th, 2004 11:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windelinaWhat motivated me to get out of bed this morning? The realization that sitting upright feels better than laying down. (it's all about where and how the snot settles.)
If I'm going to be sitting up, I might as well be at work.
But I'm still sick, although I do feel better than yesterday. The cold has been reduced in size and temperament to a degree that the pseudoephedrine actually works against it now.
The storms have been really impressive. The thunder didn't just rattle the windows, it rattled the house.
I was drugged out on NyQuil gelcaps when I heard loud talking from next door. I thought, "Oh it's the kids going to school." I looked at my clock and saw it was 1:30am and thought, "Why are the kids going to school so early??"
I have things I need to do, but ... suddenly I just want to cry. Not for any reason. I'm not truly sad or anxious or upset or melancholy. It just seems like a good thing to do when you're sick and it's rainy and you're tired and not particularly excited about your job.
Except that crying would play hell with my snot levels.
There's loads to do in so many areas. I suppose part of being an adult is realizing that you never get to be "done" like you were when you were a kid. All caught up.
That's my new fantasy: being all caught up.
Tonight: reeharsal with my leads, going over the Shakespearean text line by line.
Tomorrow: more rehearsal, with my Lois/Bianca - choreographing her two solos and starting work on her characterization. Stop by Arkham Asylum afterwards for cake and to wish Reggie a good birthday.
Friday: Sky Captain! CaptHek's birthday! Roadkill's birthday!
Saturday, I'm supposed to have an audition. I hope I feel better by then. Oy.
Other than that, the weekend is blissfully empty. Maybe I can make some headway on getting Caught Up.
If I'm going to be sitting up, I might as well be at work.
But I'm still sick, although I do feel better than yesterday. The cold has been reduced in size and temperament to a degree that the pseudoephedrine actually works against it now.
The storms have been really impressive. The thunder didn't just rattle the windows, it rattled the house.
I was drugged out on NyQuil gelcaps when I heard loud talking from next door. I thought, "Oh it's the kids going to school." I looked at my clock and saw it was 1:30am and thought, "Why are the kids going to school so early??"
I have things I need to do, but ... suddenly I just want to cry. Not for any reason. I'm not truly sad or anxious or upset or melancholy. It just seems like a good thing to do when you're sick and it's rainy and you're tired and not particularly excited about your job.
Except that crying would play hell with my snot levels.
There's loads to do in so many areas. I suppose part of being an adult is realizing that you never get to be "done" like you were when you were a kid. All caught up.
That's my new fantasy: being all caught up.
Tonight: reeharsal with my leads, going over the Shakespearean text line by line.
Tomorrow: more rehearsal, with my Lois/Bianca - choreographing her two solos and starting work on her characterization. Stop by Arkham Asylum afterwards for cake and to wish Reggie a good birthday.
Friday: Sky Captain! CaptHek's birthday! Roadkill's birthday!
Saturday, I'm supposed to have an audition. I hope I feel better by then. Oy.
Other than that, the weekend is blissfully empty. Maybe I can make some headway on getting Caught Up.
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Date: 2004-09-15 10:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-15 11:33 am (UTC)coffee.
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Date: 2004-09-15 12:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-15 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-15 12:30 pm (UTC)That's my new fantasy: being all caught up.
Boy, do I know what you mean by that.
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Date: 2004-09-15 09:24 pm (UTC)And yeah, ocassionally the out-of-nowhere cry can hit. Sometimes it's good to give in to those- crying releases endorphins! I think that's neat.