or something. Yesterday I couldn't breath out of my left nostril at all, and my nasal cavities felt like they were on fire. My throat hurt, too. So I feel like I have a minor head cold -- manageable, right? It's just a cold. But on top of that, I woke up at 9:45ish to my phone ringing. It was work. Why am I on call? Anyway, I worked from 10:30 am to 10:00 pm yesterday. That's not SO bad. I mean, I've done it before. But the icing on the cake is the fact that I'm about to start my period and am horribly, awfully hormonal right now. I felt like crying all day yesterday. The silliest things would put me over the edge, like the customers who demanded free food (at least three of them yesterday), or Matt being asleep when I got home.
But...I think today will be better. I'm off and I'm not feeling as sick as yesterday. My nose is still clogged, but it doesn't feel bad otherwise. My throat isn't sore anymore. I'm not going to get called into work early (or at all).
I think that I might go buy a bunch of flowers for all my empty terra cotta pots. I do enjoy flowers. They make me happy.
I missing having friends sometimes. Too bad the cats can't talk....
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What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)
Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.
1 comment:
You need to go to the pharmacy and get Psuedoephedrine. It's behind the counter. So, you have to ask for it, but it's an amazing decongestant (and it doesn't make you tired!). I hope you start feeling better soon because I like you a lot. Generally, flowers can make everything a little better. You should bake something ridiculously bad for you and eat it all by yourself as well.
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