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2:18 p.m. - 2004-06-17

sook day

I'm having a sooky sick-at-home day. I've been on the verge of collapsing into sniffling, coughing illness for a few weeks now and I know that staying up till 2 in the morning to work on essays, then waking up at 7 to go to work, is a recipe for physical disaster. I'm not quite horribly ill just yet, merely somewhat ill, but I would rather wrap myself in blankets all day and avoid getting any worse. "Soldiering on" is not my preferred way to deal with impending illness. Endless mugs of ginger, garlic, lemon and honey brew (vile but effective) and I am feeling somewhat more human than I did this morning. I should probably at some point take advantage of not being at work to, you know, write my essay or something, but I think I'm going to be self-indulgently ill for just a little while longer.

I had a very strange dream this morning, in between my alarm clock going off and me deciding that work just wasn't going to happen, about a formica kitchen table. An oddly compelling formica kitchen table. Oh, how mysterious are the depths of my unconscious mind!

I really, really want to go do rockabilly dance classes at the local dance hall. I would go if I could take the bartender (she is so lost on that era, she would be ecstatic) but too many years of working on her feet have damaged her too much to dance. I can't imagine the horror of that- not being able to dance! I suggested the idea to her anyway and she looked hurt and told me not to tease her. Oh, well.

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