Listening: 6'1" by Liz Phair
Reading (perhaps quality): Arturo Perez Reverte's new book. At least I mean to start it. Sometime soon. Really.
Reading (definitely pulp): no time to read this morning.
Drinking: water. And more water.
August 29, 2002
Yesterday's run in the rain seemed like a good idea. C'mon, it was more misting than raining. And sure my clothes were damp when I got in but that could have just been from the run, right. And the shivers I had all night were unrelated And maybe the flush I've had since, the listlessness was just a coincidence.
Think I'm a little ill again. I don't remember being so sick so much while I was in school. Then again in school there was no sick leave - either I had to do the work and it didn't matter if I was sick, or I didn't have to do it and I could slack without thinking about it.
Came home from work early today - was finished with a round of tasks, the ones left for the day all called for a certain amount of creativity and energy, two things that as I sat there at the edge of the cataloguing floor I felt completely devoid of. I'd gotten a cup of coffee hoping that the caffeine would do something anything but all it did was amplify just how crappy I felt.
Made it home in time to get sick, fall asleep, and repeat. But even after a couple of hours I feel much better. I'm still flushed and listless but it's dreamy not nauseating now. At least to me. Your mileage may vary.
Talked with Talullah for a while on the phone last night (still just on my cell - the guys from Verizon are coming on Saturday are coming to fix my horrendously static-ridden land line).
Had forgotten about the phone really, so focused on just hanging out in person. After a couple of years of not being able to see my friends here in DC I guess I'm greedy for face to face and still dismissive of the phone. But with everyone so busy seems like the phone's the only way I'm going to be able to really keep in touch with people. Sigh.
Things at work seem to be calming down - think today's illness has a lot to do with the stress the adrenaline that's been coursing through me. I hate politics.
I do love watching them, however - deciphering the fine shades of body language and tone, sifting out what people mean from what they say, and watching people navigate the careful balance of complicated and shifting dynamics. It's like dancing - the way that people move across a stage, their bodies remembering without them having to consciously think about it is the same way that they move through meetings.
It is just when my life, my career are on the line I don't like it. Much more fun with objective distance, without consequence. So it looks like I may have a temporary reprieve from playing the game. I hope I'm allowed to stay out.
Still drinking water. Took an aspirin. Gone to burping instead of puking, a step forward. Think I should be fine for tomorrow.
Doing (life and related tasks): Spent the day crafting e-mails, writing directions an tutorial copy, and trying to spruce up a site design. Oh yeah, and getting sick.
Doing (crafty stuff): Put all my yarn away - I guess that's making sure things are organized....
Wanting: still looking for someone to do my laundry for me.
Anticipating: good times this weekend, and Foster and Fabian coming over next week to help me bake brownies and put together furniture.