more on the suck...
Dec. 28th, 2001 12:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elvendollthe suck started sometime after lunch, when the blackened salmon i had eaten decided not to be happily digested. instead, it made me very aware of the fact that it was still hanging out somewhere in my digestive tract for most of the afternoon. i don't know if any other factors were at play, but i felt pretty damn shitty.
i tried a glass of chocolate milk with my buffy reruns to see if that would calm my tummy, but that didn't help.
at some point, i migrated to the computer room from the couch, lamenting the state of the common rooms in the process - but i felt way too shitty to clean/move stuff, and just played with pictures.
and then... just as i was about to retire to the bedroom (at like 7 or 8pm) to read and pass into oblivion, tobi started a discussion i just couldn't get away from.
next thing i know, its past midnight, i'm still feeling shitty, but i'm hungry, too. and i was in no mood to cook. i decided that a tofu corndog was the easiest and least-obtrusive food to eat, forgetting that eating them is kinda like breathing air, and a few minutes later, went to bed hungry and still feeling shitty about how messy the house is, and shittier because the cat ran out of food, and was whining for some.
i slept well for a while, but woke up with half-coherent dream-reality ideas in my head that i don't even remember anymore, but that made getting up harder. and my hunger turned to nausea. because of those factors, i think my usual long morning shower became even longer, and i was running late. my morning commute was to include a trip to 7-11 for cat food, a stop at the old bank to make a deposit, back to the house to feed the cat, and then work. i think i encountered most possible types of road blocks before getting home, including construction, big trucks in small parking lots and stupidstupid people. the only highlight of the ordeal was finding one of these at 7-11 - yum : ). well, the cat was pretty happy to get fed, too...
so, i got into work late, feeling tired, out of it, nauseous and hungry. good start to the day, right?
and, all i can concentrate on is how messy the house is, and how much of a pain in the butt it might be to clear out space so that amazingly nice people can plop a couch into the apartment...
*tries to think happy thoughts about the weekend starting and finally having a proper couch again*
i tried a glass of chocolate milk with my buffy reruns to see if that would calm my tummy, but that didn't help.
at some point, i migrated to the computer room from the couch, lamenting the state of the common rooms in the process - but i felt way too shitty to clean/move stuff, and just played with pictures.
and then... just as i was about to retire to the bedroom (at like 7 or 8pm) to read and pass into oblivion, tobi started a discussion i just couldn't get away from.
next thing i know, its past midnight, i'm still feeling shitty, but i'm hungry, too. and i was in no mood to cook. i decided that a tofu corndog was the easiest and least-obtrusive food to eat, forgetting that eating them is kinda like breathing air, and a few minutes later, went to bed hungry and still feeling shitty about how messy the house is, and shittier because the cat ran out of food, and was whining for some.
i slept well for a while, but woke up with half-coherent dream-reality ideas in my head that i don't even remember anymore, but that made getting up harder. and my hunger turned to nausea. because of those factors, i think my usual long morning shower became even longer, and i was running late. my morning commute was to include a trip to 7-11 for cat food, a stop at the old bank to make a deposit, back to the house to feed the cat, and then work. i think i encountered most possible types of road blocks before getting home, including construction, big trucks in small parking lots and stupidstupid people. the only highlight of the ordeal was finding one of these at 7-11 - yum : ). well, the cat was pretty happy to get fed, too...
so, i got into work late, feeling tired, out of it, nauseous and hungry. good start to the day, right?
and, all i can concentrate on is how messy the house is, and how much of a pain in the butt it might be to clear out space so that amazingly nice people can plop a couch into the apartment...
*tries to think happy thoughts about the weekend starting and finally having a proper couch again*
