November 30, 2003 :: 12:01 a.m.
episode #1,074, in which I am exceptionally unproductive
Ugh. I woke up this morning feeling like someone had run me over with a truck - sore throat, burning eyes, acidy, churning stomach, screaming back pain, coughing, etc. The nastiness has subsided a very minor bit, but I still just want to sleep for the rest of my life. Which I unfortunately cannot do, since I work from 12-8 tomorrow. How much does that shift suck? It eats up my entire day. Fuckers.
Adam came over earlier to finish the shelf-hanging job that he started yesterday, and we laid around for a while. And when I say "laid around for a while" I do literally mean that we just laid around. Or more specifically, he laid and I sort of slept on him. I felt really bad about it, but all I've had the inclination to do today is sleep. It's unpleasant. I fear I may be coming down with something. My bi-annual bout of sickness, as it were. I don't get sick often, but when I do... well, you don't want to be me. Usually there's vomit and extended periods of absence involved. Bleh. So he was very understanding, as he always is. He let me lay on his chest and drift in and out of consciousness, and he made me tea. Yeah, I have the best boyfriend ever. I know it. I don't know what I did to get so lucky, either.
He left after a while to run some errands and do homework; I had planned to hang out with Amanda in the evening, but she was taking her sister to a movie and apparently I sounded like death hung-over on the phone, so plans were cancelled. Hopefully I'll get to see her when she comes home for christmas break.... I miss my lesbian. *sniff*
I called Joe, hoping that maybe I could hang over there for a while, but alas - he already had people coming over. So I spent the entire day holed up in my bedroom, basically. It was endlessly boring, but at the same time kind of a luxury. I should have been doing homework, but of course I wasn't. I have no inclination to attempt to make progress on anything. It's very sad, and will undoubtedly come back to bite me in the ass sooner rather than later, but what can I say? I'm a procrastinator by nature and being sickly is the perfect excuse to blow off work even longer. I do need to get moving on stuff soon, though. I have 20-25 sketchbook pages due on the 3rd (I currently have about 6), an oral presentation on the 4th, my final anthro paper due on the 12th, and 4 drawings for my final Drawing project due on the 19th. And I just realized that all of the freaking library books that I need to write my paper are due back on the 6th. Dammit. Something must be done about this.
I have nothing to do. I am very, very bored. I knit a hat today while watching Chasing Amy, but it was way too big so I ripped it out. So sad. I'm very unhappy about the fact that this 4-day weekend is going by just as quickly as the regular 2-day variety. Seriously, what's that about? Shouldn't I feel like I've had off for the last three days? Because I totally don't. Grrr.
Anyway, I'm going to bed for lack of things with which to amuse myself. Also, I'm tired. I shouldn't be - I got up at 10:30, napped with Adam until nearly 3, and then just sat around my room for the rest of the night - but I am. Stupid sickness. Wish me good health.
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