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[quietann]

Hi all --

I am feeling very marginally better today, probably because the hydrocodone cough syrup allows me to sleep for about 4 hours (until it wears off). Still feverish, still achy, my nose alternates between being entirely stopped up and flooding. bleah. Also a warning to anyone who has been around me in the past 6 days or so -- whatever I have is definitely contagious. If you start getting a sore throat, go to bed and stay there. Stay put even when you are feeling a little better. I think a lot of the reason I am so sick is that I tried to do everything I'd planned for the weekend (tutoring, seeing cgull_, and a birthday party), even though I was not recovered.

The state of the world is such that I would really like to be with my "tribe" right now, but that's not possible. Or talk on the phone, but my voice isn't up to that. So if you have a moment, let me know what you are thinking right now... here or in email. Even if it's really something mundane, or silly, or depressing.

I wish for peace.

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what I'm thinking

[hammercock.livejournal.com]

Well, I spent much of today sleeping, having felt dizzy and fatigued and blan upon waking. When I finally got out bed, around 2 pm, I did some laundry and geeked for a while. Marlowe kept meowing at me for attention. I was hungry, but I didn't feel like cooking anything, so instead I made the mistake of eating something like 10-12 Munchkins left over from Sunday night. Eventually Kimberly came home -- yay! We chatted for a bit and commiserated about how the state of the world is getting us down, and then around 6-ish I dragged myself out of the house and went to Diesel just so I could get *some* fresh air for the day.

On the way there, along the bike path, some guy on a bike tried to hit on me. It was really weird. He was this middle-aged guy with a buzz cut and weird teeth, striking up a conversation with me about my day, how I was feeling, did I grow up around here, where did I come from, how I ended up living here, all with me answering in as politely banal a tone as I could muster. The last question was my opportunity to get rid of him, though, since my answer to, "Why'd you end up moving here?" was, "My husband got a job up here." Bwahahahaha. That got rid of him within 5 seconds. >:-)

I got a burrito from Anna's and joined the Diesel crowd. Got to snuggle for a while with Trowa before he had to go. And I had an interesting conversation about poly-related things with curly-haired Paul and the wife of the guy that Liz has been seeing (I don't know her name). Got home a little before 9 pm, geeked a little before spending almost an hour and a half on the phone with my parents, and now I'm back to geeking.

Trying not to freak out too much about the imminent war. Bleah.

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[quietann.livejournal.com]

Good tales... even the guy hitting on you :) I guess having a husband is useful even when he isn't your husband anymore...

The wife's name is Rachel or Rach-ee by the way. I like her.