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I am definitely sick again. Not sure how long it's going to last this time but I swear the only reason I'm at work is because I knew it would be absolutely dead. And I was right! There was a period of about an hour when I had to do work but that was it. The rest of the time I spent doodling in my bullet journal, sniffling, and feeling sorry for myself and like I want a nap.

No, I lie, there was also a point earlier in the day when a twitter conversation led to me getting a pair of customized hand-wraps from the same place the braintwin got my bootwings (they're like bat wings but they go on my boots) and they're going to have the fire alchemist symbol from Fullmetal Alchemist on them. Because I am a Fullmetal Nerd. This isn't the first time the guy's had such a request either, he said. I believe it.

God help me, I am going out to a restaurant tonight, where I will do my best not to cough on anyone and to sneeze into my copious tissues. I am going out primarily for the fried onion and the gyro, though after this christmas I may get a deep fryer so I can fry my own damn onion at home if I'm sick. Or, more realistically, make the boy fry me one because if I'm sick and woozy I should not be anywhere near a deep fryer. Or the knife needed to cut the onion. But they have Fried Onion Of Unusual Size there and they have Gyros and I will prop myself up in a corner and eat tasties I don't have to cook and that will be nice.

And I don't want to call out of capoeira again tomorrow but the odds of me being able to be upright for long periods of time, let alone do the exercise that capoeira is, are not good. On second thought I may go in just to sit and cheer and point and sing. I could do that. I can provide instruction and take instruction and sing real well in Portuguese, so if I'm feeling alert, I'll do that. Otherwise it's under the blankets on the couch all the time. Who knows. I might feel fine by tomorrow.

Right now I feel miserable, and I am going to go home, write up my mockumentary that I've had in my head for a while but haven't yet gotten into a document, post it, and quite possibly go to bed. Because fuck everything. But especially viruses.

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Date: 2018-12-25 01:12 am (UTC)
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I just got over a cold and it was misery. Hope your symptoms have abated by now!

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