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Nov. 1st, 2008 11:20 amI took a good look at myself in the mirror today. I look like something out of the Night of the Living Dead. If I had a Halloween party to go to, I wouldn't even need a costume.
Stomach seems to have settled some. I believe I'm on the mend. Probably feel even better after I have some breakfast. Hopefully, it will stay in my stomach. Existing for 48 hours on diet of water and bran crackers is no joke, let me tell you.
I suppose I could drag myself off to class if I had to. I missed three classes yesterday and I have another two today. I'm not so much sick anymore as exhausted and emaciated, neither of which matters much when you have a 90% attendance record to maintain and all you need to do to maintain it is get your butt in the classroom seat. But if I go to class, I would need to complete my assignments and I have a reading to give for cultural anthropology. Fuck that shit. I can barely focus on making an LJ post, let alone work out the finer points of demand elasticity.
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lostprincess87 hasn't been going to work and weddings and attending graduation ball committee meetings for the past three days with a busted knee and a 100 degree flu. Granted, this comes under mad and self-destructive behaviour and possibly international crime in the form of germ warfare, but it still makes you feel like you're being rather indulgent with yourself. On the plus side, she is coming over today so we can be sick together and exchange tales of woe and squee over Supernatural and Christian Bale.
People all over the world are prepping themselves for a bout of carpal tunnel syndrome today as NaNoWriMo starts up. Pavi is one of them, but I'm not. I didn't expect this would happen when I signed up for it so hopefully a month and half ago and made myself a shiny new writing journal.
Everyone wants me to go to York U. I believe I once wanted to go to York U too. Now I don't know what I want anymore. I don't want to leave the country in two months. But I don't know whether I want to stay here either. Added to the complication is the fact that I just missed York U's deadline for submitting supplementary documents.
I'm just so tired. Not just in my very bones, but in my mind and spirit. Life feels so tasteless and dull and I'm sick of having to live through it like I've been force-feeding myself bran crackers for the past two days. At least I didn't have to pretend to like it, or want more of it.
I'm just waiting for my stomach to cease being an explosive acid pit so I can resume taking my anti-deps again. I really hope they provide some relief.
Stomach seems to have settled some. I believe I'm on the mend. Probably feel even better after I have some breakfast. Hopefully, it will stay in my stomach. Existing for 48 hours on diet of water and bran crackers is no joke, let me tell you.
I suppose I could drag myself off to class if I had to. I missed three classes yesterday and I have another two today. I'm not so much sick anymore as exhausted and emaciated, neither of which matters much when you have a 90% attendance record to maintain and all you need to do to maintain it is get your butt in the classroom seat. But if I go to class, I would need to complete my assignments and I have a reading to give for cultural anthropology. Fuck that shit. I can barely focus on making an LJ post, let alone work out the finer points of demand elasticity.
I would feel much better about this decision if
lostprincess87 hasn't been going to work and weddings and attending graduation ball committee meetings for the past three days with a busted knee and a 100 degree flu. Granted, this comes under mad and self-destructive behaviour and possibly international crime in the form of germ warfare, but it still makes you feel like you're being rather indulgent with yourself. On the plus side, she is coming over today so we can be sick together and exchange tales of woe and squee over Supernatural and Christian Bale. People all over the world are prepping themselves for a bout of carpal tunnel syndrome today as NaNoWriMo starts up. Pavi is one of them, but I'm not. I didn't expect this would happen when I signed up for it so hopefully a month and half ago and made myself a shiny new writing journal.
Everyone wants me to go to York U. I believe I once wanted to go to York U too. Now I don't know what I want anymore. I don't want to leave the country in two months. But I don't know whether I want to stay here either. Added to the complication is the fact that I just missed York U's deadline for submitting supplementary documents.
I'm just so tired. Not just in my very bones, but in my mind and spirit. Life feels so tasteless and dull and I'm sick of having to live through it like I've been force-feeding myself bran crackers for the past two days. At least I didn't have to pretend to like it, or want more of it.
I'm just waiting for my stomach to cease being an explosive acid pit so I can resume taking my anti-deps again. I really hope they provide some relief.
