The good news is I'm alive. The bad news is that yesterday's sickness + yesterday's drugs = today's brain fog. The sickness and drugs also meant that I was in bed in the 8 o'clock hour last night. LOTS of sleep, though I did wake up a couple of times during the night.
Alllllll right. How functional can I be today? So far my big accomplishment is eating crackers.
If I still feel like this after work, I'll bail on going to the Lost screening tonight. Watching at home might be trippy enough anyway.
I e-mailed my boss that I'm not coming in yet. I need at least one more morning of recovery from being sick and tired. I'll have breakfast, go back to bed and -- I really hope -- feel ready to go to work this afternoon.
Here was one sign I'm not ready to rejoin the working world: the radio started to play Jeff Buckley's version of "Hallelujah" and I turned it off because I got worried I would cry.
It took me a long time to realize that when I'm sick, my emotions get hyped, and feel a little more extreme. Me already being a fairly intense person perhaps disguised that, but it finally dawned on me one time in 2006 when I felt really, really sad one afternoon and was grossly sick by that evening. (You don't want to hear that story. Really, you don't.)
So while I'm no longer sneezing or feeling contagious, I do feel wobbly. Emotionally as well as physically. It's a bad idea to work under those circumstances, even in jobs that don't require heavy lifting.
Okay. I've let my office know. Time to eat breakfast (soup), go back to bed, and (I hope) feel ready to go back to work later.
I got the OK earlier to just take the freakin' day off to more fully recover. I'm glad to say I apparently need no more cold meds, because OY the ones I took last night -- just generic over-the-counter cold med stuff -- did a number on me and were still doing a number on me this morning.
I think I'm past the worst of it. Good, because I still have to finish filling out my ballot and get it to a ballot drop box, which (reasonably conveniently) is up a bus line from my place. Voting while stoned might not be a good thing (though I'm willing to hear counter-arguments).
I won't be going to Lost at the Bagdad tonight, because I need my rest; I'll watch tonight's episode at home. Though I may go to the Sunday get-together at the Bagdad and head home to be home in time for the finale; I want to hang out with the crowd, but not stay out until 11:30 at night. It's going to be tough enough staying up for that when I'm just at home.
Sometimes this "60 Questions in 30 Days" meme (which I started here) will inspire short answers, and this is one of those times, so here we go:
Day 02 - The most underrated movie How many people remember how good and insane Gremlins 2: The New Batch was?
Day 02 - A show that you wish more people were watching I don't watch enough current TV to have a good answer for this, and to expand this to shows available in DVD sets would expand the pool of possible answers into ridiculousness. Maybe Ben 10 Alien Force because Peter David's gotten to write a couple of times for it, and I want more people to hear his words.
Windows of reprieve are secured in 72 hour increments. 72 hours is the maximum length of time the oil spill trajectory map predictions allow.
Residents of the Gulf Coast are living our lives three days at a time.
It is exhausting.
...The residents of the Gulf Coast made their way down to the water’s edge, not to look for signs of oil, but to take in one last deep breath of life as we know it.
We paid our respects.
But just like a stubborn old great-aunt that somehow finds the strength to hold on one more day, despite the fact that you’ve said your tearful goodbyes and have a plane ticket ready to whisk you back home in two days’ time, back to your everyday responsibilities and expectations, our Gulf Coast refuses to die quietly...