Being Sick.
Another late Sunday night.
Telly's on Ebert and Roeper, iTunes just finished playing Montreal Calling (again), and I'm looking at the mess all around me.
One of the worst things about being sick and aching all-over is, besides the pain, the feeling of lost time, of things left undone. I know there'll be stuff waiting for me at work. But it's the things that I wanted to do this weekend. This was the weekend I was supposed to start my Extreme Makeover. Get rid of the shite on the walls, pick a new colour, reorganize the furniture, put some new shelves... all that jazz. Didn't happen.
So now I'm writing about how it all didn't happen. T.S. for me.
Another thing about being sick, for me at least, is the being-out-of-it factor. Mentally, I'm not as quick or as sharp, so when I went out to buy some meds Saturday morning, I forgot 'em.
I want my brain back. Give me my brain back, damn virii.
Telly's on Ebert and Roeper, iTunes just finished playing Montreal Calling (again), and I'm looking at the mess all around me.
One of the worst things about being sick and aching all-over is, besides the pain, the feeling of lost time, of things left undone. I know there'll be stuff waiting for me at work. But it's the things that I wanted to do this weekend. This was the weekend I was supposed to start my Extreme Makeover. Get rid of the shite on the walls, pick a new colour, reorganize the furniture, put some new shelves... all that jazz. Didn't happen.
So now I'm writing about how it all didn't happen. T.S. for me.
Another thing about being sick, for me at least, is the being-out-of-it factor. Mentally, I'm not as quick or as sharp, so when I went out to buy some meds Saturday morning, I forgot 'em.
I want my brain back. Give me my brain back, damn virii.
