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Jul. 8th, 2005 07:08 amTuesday: Go to work with the sniffles. Sign VTO board. Get progressively sicker as the day goes on. Spend six hours at work dealing with stupid people. Come home, eat dinner, take NyQuil. Fall over for about ten hours.
Wednesday: Go to work with the last remnants of yesterdays sinus headache, no sniffles. Feel dizzy and as though mind has detached from body. Sign VTO again. Again, spend full six hours at work dealing with stupid people. Come home, attempt to concentrate on anything, fail miserably, fall over.
Thursday: Fuckheads bomb London. Run around cranky making sure everyone's okay. Get progressively more... British? Something? accented in speech until noon, when news finally filters through that the last of the people to worry about is okay. Relax. Lose wacky accent. Still cranky at people. Go home, attempt to paint, hands shaking. Write letter. Hands stop shaking. Distract self until fall over asleep.
Friday: Realize have only had five hours' sleep. Storm around quiet house, cranky.
The world is so fired.
Unless people need me over the next few days, I'm going to be at game tonight, and then asleep. I hope. ETA: Unless I get my Angel DVDs. Then I'm going to be watching Angel for the next, like, five days.
Wednesday: Go to work with the last remnants of yesterdays sinus headache, no sniffles. Feel dizzy and as though mind has detached from body. Sign VTO again. Again, spend full six hours at work dealing with stupid people. Come home, attempt to concentrate on anything, fail miserably, fall over.
Thursday: Fuckheads bomb London. Run around cranky making sure everyone's okay. Get progressively more... British? Something? accented in speech until noon, when news finally filters through that the last of the people to worry about is okay. Relax. Lose wacky accent. Still cranky at people. Go home, attempt to paint, hands shaking. Write letter. Hands stop shaking. Distract self until fall over asleep.
Friday: Realize have only had five hours' sleep. Storm around quiet house, cranky.
The world is so fired.
Unless people need me over the next few days, I'm going to be at game tonight, and then asleep. I hope. ETA: Unless I get my Angel DVDs. Then I'm going to be watching Angel for the next, like, five days.
