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Saturday night. Home all day--sleep all day--and up all night.
I think that I've said all of 20 words to anyone today. A grunt here, a cough there. Subvocalization all over the place, even now as I write this. I often wonder if that's why I type so much faster than I write in longhand. I have to be able to say it. Say it and think it and get it out as fast as I can.
I've not read anything today. Barely written anything either. I've thought about a lot, as I often do when I'm sick. And the family decided to give me room to do so. Grandma having gone stir crazy from a week of being sick and mom needing to get out just to get out. They got up and left early, leaving me to sleep and watch 6 straight hours of Battlestar Galactica (Oh, Billy, no...). I didn't think that anyone could work four consecutive episodes in flashback. Man. Could barely figure out when stuff was going on.
Been watching LOST. Lots of LOST. And it really is better watching it the second (or third) time around. Catching so many little things that are there in plain sight. Doing a little bit of checking around online and realizing that the creaters of this show are either freaking geniuses, or have too much fracking time on their hands.
But mostly, have been thinking.
The thinking is often a problem when I'm sick. I tend to think about some things too much, and then I get all depressed. Which is a pain in the royal tush, since I'm actually pretty damn happy right now. Not satiated, but happy. I'm good. Lots of things are good. Are going good, going rather well, actually. But I'm sick, it's late at night, and I've had a whole day to myself to think about shit.
I'm going to go and down yet another glass of OJ, do a shooter of Nyquil and hope that I wake up feeling light headed and free tomorrow. Because if this cold bullshit keeps up, I'm going to lose my current edge of gleeeeee. Yay Gleeeee!
I think I'm going to take one more episode of Lost in before I crash out. I think I'll pick another one where we get to see Yunjin Kim and Evangaline Lilly do the bathing suit thing. Because goodness knows, if I ever have to be trapped on an island with a bunch of castaways, they're on my "DEARGODIHOPETHEY'REONTHEPLANE" list.
Well, them and Katee Sackoff...
I really need to stop being sick.
I think that I've said all of 20 words to anyone today. A grunt here, a cough there. Subvocalization all over the place, even now as I write this. I often wonder if that's why I type so much faster than I write in longhand. I have to be able to say it. Say it and think it and get it out as fast as I can.
I've not read anything today. Barely written anything either. I've thought about a lot, as I often do when I'm sick. And the family decided to give me room to do so. Grandma having gone stir crazy from a week of being sick and mom needing to get out just to get out. They got up and left early, leaving me to sleep and watch 6 straight hours of Battlestar Galactica (Oh, Billy, no...). I didn't think that anyone could work four consecutive episodes in flashback. Man. Could barely figure out when stuff was going on.
Been watching LOST. Lots of LOST. And it really is better watching it the second (or third) time around. Catching so many little things that are there in plain sight. Doing a little bit of checking around online and realizing that the creaters of this show are either freaking geniuses, or have too much fracking time on their hands.
But mostly, have been thinking.
The thinking is often a problem when I'm sick. I tend to think about some things too much, and then I get all depressed. Which is a pain in the royal tush, since I'm actually pretty damn happy right now. Not satiated, but happy. I'm good. Lots of things are good. Are going good, going rather well, actually. But I'm sick, it's late at night, and I've had a whole day to myself to think about shit.
I'm going to go and down yet another glass of OJ, do a shooter of Nyquil and hope that I wake up feeling light headed and free tomorrow. Because if this cold bullshit keeps up, I'm going to lose my current edge of gleeeeee. Yay Gleeeee!
I think I'm going to take one more episode of Lost in before I crash out. I think I'll pick another one where we get to see Yunjin Kim and Evangaline Lilly do the bathing suit thing. Because goodness knows, if I ever have to be trapped on an island with a bunch of castaways, they're on my "DEARGODIHOPETHEY'REONTHEPLANE" list.
Well, them and Katee Sackoff...
I really need to stop being sick.
