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Jul. 22nd, 2014 10:35 am( Gaeilge )
Okay, I'm apparently still generating enough mucus to make my throat sore as hell but, fuckit, I've missed enough work and I have the energy to go get shit done. Allergy pills seem to help, so maybe it's equal parts lingering cold and seasonal allergies, in which case, definitely time to get shit done.
Oh dear lord I was just told that this cold wiped out one of the aunts with exhaustion for about two weeks. So I have another ten days of this to look forward to. Do not want.
I am managing to get a decent amount of reading done at least. The first part of the Henrietta Lacks book was a complete and utter horror show. And I don't mean in the Clockwork Orange sense of being very good, although the whole thing was, I mean there was nothing about that that was not terrifying. The latter part of the book was sort of heartbreaking and pretty good. Killing off the books about Revelation today, I hope, or at least the rest of this week, along with Long Walk to Freedom sometime in the rest of this month. That's less urgent than the library books, though.
And then I have another shitton of non-fiction books but these aren't for blogs or anything, those are just research of various kinds. Plus I get to intersperse them with fiction books. Yay! (This does not mean you get to go down to the library and raid the 50 cent shelves, self. Bad self. No biscuit.)
Ugh. I really don't feel good. I feel dizzy, tired, and I should probably be at home. I also would really like to have a substantial paycheck at all, the past few weeks have been irritatingly confuzzled and busy. Marching on.
Okay, I'm apparently still generating enough mucus to make my throat sore as hell but, fuckit, I've missed enough work and I have the energy to go get shit done. Allergy pills seem to help, so maybe it's equal parts lingering cold and seasonal allergies, in which case, definitely time to get shit done.
Oh dear lord I was just told that this cold wiped out one of the aunts with exhaustion for about two weeks. So I have another ten days of this to look forward to. Do not want.
I am managing to get a decent amount of reading done at least. The first part of the Henrietta Lacks book was a complete and utter horror show. And I don't mean in the Clockwork Orange sense of being very good, although the whole thing was, I mean there was nothing about that that was not terrifying. The latter part of the book was sort of heartbreaking and pretty good. Killing off the books about Revelation today, I hope, or at least the rest of this week, along with Long Walk to Freedom sometime in the rest of this month. That's less urgent than the library books, though.
And then I have another shitton of non-fiction books but these aren't for blogs or anything, those are just research of various kinds. Plus I get to intersperse them with fiction books. Yay! (This does not mean you get to go down to the library and raid the 50 cent shelves, self. Bad self. No biscuit.)
Ugh. I really don't feel good. I feel dizzy, tired, and I should probably be at home. I also would really like to have a substantial paycheck at all, the past few weeks have been irritatingly confuzzled and busy. Marching on.