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One Of Those Weeks
Nov. 2nd, 2003 09:42 amThis is Sunday, so the week's officially over. Right?
I forget Monday.
Tuesday was pretty cool. I got a bunch of stuff done that I wanted to, and I got to meet the telus customer-service voice-robot, which refers to itself as I, when I went to turn on voice mail. ;)
It all started Tuesday night. Tuesday night sucked. Internet had been installed but not wired up, everything had gone pretty smoothly to that point, but I felt icky and couldn't sleep.
Cut to Wednesday, where I spend the afternoon throwing up. We have a terrible bathroom for this. The reason people should clean toilets every single day is that if you're gonna be kneeling in front of it for an extended period of time you're already miserable enough and don't need distractions of the icky kind.
Wednesday was pretty terrible -- I was pretty sick. By evening I managed to walk across the apartment as far as the livingroom! We also noticed that, although the phone was now installed, it wasn't ringing. Turn on the ringer, it's fixed... two days later. Pah.
Thursday was the lull that lowers the defenses. I ate a bit, Thursday, and had a beautiful, beautiful date with the Juggler -- and before that an all-too-short chat-date with TOW. We stayed up all night, the Juggler and I, (he was feeling insomniac) and had a whole bunch of time, which we hadn't had for awhile and I really, really appreciated.
Friday was deceptive. My stomach had mostly settled, I got to have snips of nice time with TOW while we both sort of puttered around the house, there was a game event that I mostly idled for, I got to give out candy to trick or treaters for the first time ever (we got a group of laughing twenty-something japanese women, one of whom was dressed as Santa Claus. I liked that).
Friday was weird interpersonally, though, with the Juggler. Ended up going to bed feeling vaguely disconnected, woke worse. Had a trademarked freak-out event around noon Saturday which left me feeling absolutely, completely terrible. The bottom element of the oven stopped working. The drier stopped working this morning (the Juggler just came by and fixed it). Everyone freaked out. The Juggler got sick and spent the night throwing up. We had terrible, aborted group sex because someone felt bad. Everyone felt bad. It sucked.
Some weekends are just made for hiding under your bed, you know?
So. Today'll be better.
I forget Monday.
Tuesday was pretty cool. I got a bunch of stuff done that I wanted to, and I got to meet the telus customer-service voice-robot, which refers to itself as I, when I went to turn on voice mail. ;)
It all started Tuesday night. Tuesday night sucked. Internet had been installed but not wired up, everything had gone pretty smoothly to that point, but I felt icky and couldn't sleep.
Cut to Wednesday, where I spend the afternoon throwing up. We have a terrible bathroom for this. The reason people should clean toilets every single day is that if you're gonna be kneeling in front of it for an extended period of time you're already miserable enough and don't need distractions of the icky kind.
Wednesday was pretty terrible -- I was pretty sick. By evening I managed to walk across the apartment as far as the livingroom! We also noticed that, although the phone was now installed, it wasn't ringing. Turn on the ringer, it's fixed... two days later. Pah.
Thursday was the lull that lowers the defenses. I ate a bit, Thursday, and had a beautiful, beautiful date with the Juggler -- and before that an all-too-short chat-date with TOW. We stayed up all night, the Juggler and I, (he was feeling insomniac) and had a whole bunch of time, which we hadn't had for awhile and I really, really appreciated.
Friday was deceptive. My stomach had mostly settled, I got to have snips of nice time with TOW while we both sort of puttered around the house, there was a game event that I mostly idled for, I got to give out candy to trick or treaters for the first time ever (we got a group of laughing twenty-something japanese women, one of whom was dressed as Santa Claus. I liked that).
Friday was weird interpersonally, though, with the Juggler. Ended up going to bed feeling vaguely disconnected, woke worse. Had a trademarked freak-out event around noon Saturday which left me feeling absolutely, completely terrible. The bottom element of the oven stopped working. The drier stopped working this morning (the Juggler just came by and fixed it). Everyone freaked out. The Juggler got sick and spent the night throwing up. We had terrible, aborted group sex because someone felt bad. Everyone felt bad. It sucked.
Some weekends are just made for hiding under your bed, you know?
So. Today'll be better.
