Day 2 - Suckage Begins Here
If this were not NaBloPoMo, I would not be posting tonight. Why not? Because I feel like crap. I’m not sure what it is—I was completely fine and ordinary-feeling until about half an hour ago, when I was suddenly overcome by extreme sleepiness and a desire to do nothing but lay on the couch with my puppy. I don’t feel particularly sick, just, you know, not interested in moving or thinking or doing anything at all. I apologize in advance (in the middle, whatever) for the un-thought-out grammar and likely incoherence of this post. There are probably spelling errors, even. The horror.
I got stood up at a tutoring lesson this evening, for the third time this week (by three different students). What—do I smell or something? Why are people not in their houses at the times we’ve agreed on? So that was fun, spending two hours in my car during rush hour. Thank goodness for podcasts. I get paid, yes. Big whoop. I care more about my time.
Perhaps it was something I ate. On the way home from my cancelled lesson I stopped at Jamba Juice and got a raspberry smoothie and a pizza protein bar. I expected all that health food crap and vitamin-y whatnot to energize me, though, not bring me crashing down. Whatevs.
That tutoring student is supposed to call to reschedule, but she hasn’t yet. I’m trying to decide whether I can muster up the perkiness to call her, or whether I’ll just turn off the ringer on my phone and crawl into bed.
Wow. I am so tremendously grumpy, for no apparent reason. How is it only 8:30? I’d swear I’d been up all night. I’m all glum and moody and mopey, but NOTHING HAS HAPPENED. WTF.
Oh wait, wait. Brain. working. slowly. But I have a guess. I’m guessing temporary anemia. Will take an iron pill and go to bed. Woo! What a relief, to be fairly confident that I’m not dying and that my current malaise is likely easily remediable. Am still fairly confident that I cannot type anything worth reading, as it takes a concerted effort even to lift my hands all the way up to the keyboard. So I should stop. With the typing. And go away and leave you nice people alone.
Oh right. I promised links. Okay, let me find one I’m not too personally invested in. Aha. Overheard in New York. Updates several times a day, is hilarious, is wildly popular on this interweb thing. The headlines they add to the reader-contributed quotes they post are often the best part. See also: Overheard in the Office.
Conclusion: Blogging when one does not feel particularly inclined to blog leads to sharing, usually at length and concerning things which are of little interest to readers*, who are undoubtedly unsubscribing in droves** at this very moment for fear they might otherwise be subjected to such drivel for twenty-eight more days. Bye folks! Nice knowin ya!
Sleep? Sleep.
[UPDATE (7:37 AM): I’m alive, yes. Ten hours of sleep. I dreamt of cheerleading, Judaism, and strawberry cordial, but not simultaneously. Still don’t feel spectacular, but much better than I did last night. Sorry for all the whining.]
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* The technical term for this is blogorrhea. I wish I could take credit for that one. So evocative.
** I don’t know how many a “drove” is supposed to be, but I’m sure all my three readers together constitute less than one drove. Negative readership, here I come!