beautiful, funny, sad & true

I’m sick.

Yesterday I felt all spacy and weird at work, and all I wanted to do was curl up in bed. When work was finally over, I had to go pick up Kelly to get her car out of the repair shop. We stopped to eat and it was all I could do to hold my head up. She got her car, we went our separate ways, and I stopped at my friend Alyssa’s to feed her cat. By the time I got home, I was shivering, and sweating, and completely wiped out. I watched a movie (“Caché”), wrapped up in a blanket, fully clothed, despite the fact that my apartment is almost always eighty degrees.

I went to bed around 10:30, window shut (it’s usually open), in a long-sleeved T-shirt and long pajamas, shivering like mad. Somehow I managed to sleep like a champion, and that helped tremendously. I took naps on both my breaks (both of which had dreams AND drool involved!), had miso soup for lunch, and now I’m home, listening to the news on NPR.

Tomorrow I’m only working a half-day, so I’m going to take my car in for an emissions test (I’m sure it’ll pass, but keep your fingers crossed just the same. . .), transfer the title, get new license plates, and do some other stuff that I never seem to have time to do.

As I was leaving work, I thought, ‘Sure would be nice to go up to Mt. Tabor and watch the sunset. . .maybe take some pictures.’ But I didn’t have my warm coat, the sunset wasn’t looking too exciting, and I needed to get gas in the car, so I decided to give Mt. Tabor a miss and head home to recuperate. After all that, as I pulled up to park in front of my apartment, the sunset turned all pink and purple and I regretted my decision.

What did I learn?

Listen to my instincts.

A couple of mornings ago, I was walking to work and it was really foggy and beautiful. It was about 8:00 a.m. The sun was just coming up, and it was shining onto the KOIN tower, thusly:

I wished I could have walked by around 8:30, because the sun would have been up a little higher, and relected off the KOIN tower like a beacon. Around 9:45 I took a break and ran back up the street to find that it looked like this:

They’re both okay pictures, but I don’t think they’re as exciting as they would have been if I could have stayed out there for the whole morning.

(note to self: Boy, do I need to get a little tripod!)

I’m feeling very proud this morning.

Got up on time, walked to work (in fact, I haven’t driven to work all week!), and even had time to go to Grand Central Bakery to get some yummy coffee on the way.

Today it’s really chill here at work, since so many people took today off for the holiday.

Tomorrow morning, Kelly and I are driving Alyssa to the airport, so she can spend the holidays in Florida. I’ll be watching Lady Jane while she’s gone.

My mom and stepdad were intending to come visit this weekend, but their furnace bit the metaphorical dust, so they had to cancel the trip. Despite that, this weekend promises to be insane. Three family get-togethers, with Kelly’s mom, dad, and grandparents respectively.

Phew!

Demetri Martin said something funny once:

You can make any sentence sound sleazy by adding the word “ladies” on the end. The example he used was, “I hurt my arm. No, I really think I need help. . .LADIES.”

That’s hilarious and true; try it for yourself. :)

I know that I have it within:
I have to, so you don’t go without.
And it is not in being loved that we win
But in loving beyond reasonable doubt.

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Such a beautiful poem.

A friend of a friend on MySpace wrote this, and it really spoke to me (and to the friend who shared it with me) about what we’d both been through at the time.