Sick.

Beyond sick.

some horrendous vicious hateful stomach virus attacked me late Sunday night and I’m just now able to keep food down. I thought I could shower and manage three haircuts today, but trying to do any of that proved fruitless. I had to move the appointments.

I’m dehydrated and weak, but know for sure I’d be dead if Lynn hadn’t become my guardian angel bringing gatorade and crackers to my door step and Delbert being my nurse online, texting instructions and checking on me throughout the day.

I haven’t been this sick since I don’t know when. There was a moment Sunday night/Monday morning that I reached for the phone to call the ambulance. . . It was awful. This has been going around here, so hopefully I’ve paid my dues and hopefully none of you will get it. Delbert said those who were around me the day of and during are most likely to catch it. Luckily I was completely alone during those hours.

I’m worn out. More gatorade and back to bed for me. And my body aches from being in the bed so much . . . seriously. I’m like a kid. Achey and whiney and can’t be satisfied. I’ll be back when I’m better.

Well I did haul a big bunch of junk to the curb for big trash.

I loaded some books onto my nook after converting the files. Something is amiss with my computer and the USB port…it had a really difficult time recognizing the Nook. Half of the time it didn’t. The other half it gave me an error message saying that what I had plugged in was using too much power and was disconnected. Makes no sense. Nothing else was plugged in. I don’t know if it’s the Nook cord/hookup or the computer. But I got a few loaded…Pride and Prejudice of Zomies being one of them. Huzzuah!

I have to write a Statement Of Pupose to get into grad school. I also have to submit a writing sample from previous work. What pray tell, would that be since my previous “work” was 14 years ago? Who the hell has a sample of that? (I would have but trashed it all about 6 months ago. STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID) So it’s running a loop in my brain…can’t do it won’t make it not good enough they wont admit me how will i get in can i even write anything substantial anymore why am i even considering grad school apply at chesapeake drink the kool aid….

And with those voices holding open auditions in my head for the lead in Our crazyTown…I can’t seem to focus on anything. Not laundry. Not the papers in the back room. It really is close to 90 outside so I’ve done what I will do out there already. I need another pair of hands to help move the last thing for big trash, and there aren’t any other hands here so it will have to sit till next month. I hate needing help.

I’ve tried to read. I’ve tried to watch tv. I’ve turned on the a/c to knock the fog off in here and cool myself down. I’m itchy and panicky and kind of wandering around in circles. And I’m still pretty tired from the weeks work.

Gross.

gross gross gross.

maybe I’ll try to take a nap.

Holy crapalicious I’m tired. It was a good wedding last night, we floated both kegs, gave away the entire case of wine, served lots of bottled beer, cocktails and even a round or two of shots. We got everything wrapped up by midnight and I got home around 1. It seemed like the drive home was eternal…I slept with the windows open and the fans going and seriously just got out of bed at 10am.

Coffee’s brewing, and my CBS Sunday Morning is on the dvr and I’ve got a bright sunshine filled day ahead of me. Outdoor chores today. Tomorrow is “big trash day” and I’ve got a bunch of crap to haul to the front. I bought some weed and feed as well as some stuff to patch the holes in my yard. I need to do the first mow, and get things raked and trashed. Also, a beautiful gift from Chris and Cindy…I got another garden box! They were in yesterday for a quick quick trip to pick up the last of their stuff. I inherited a new garden! I already know where it will fit, but I’ve got to dig up and move a few things…I’m ready for this season.

I wish I had a bucket of money to landscape my front yard. It’s a dream. Someday.

Today however, I’m going to recover from yesterday, drink some coffee and go outside and practice being grateful for this day and everything that’s coming.

An entire portion of my tribe is gathering tonight to go play and listen to a band…and I’m not going.

My best friend has sent me a text saying that this guy she wants me to meet is at the lodge tonight…and I’m not going.

I am trying to be good. Trying to be grown up. I need to finish healing from this funky junk I’ve had all week. I need to be fresh for work tomorrow and tomorrow night’s wedding. I need rest.

I really really really really want to go out.

I need to save money and not go out.

Don’t worry, I’m already in my sweats and have clean sheets on the bed that I’m sprawled in. I’m staying in.

I’m being good.

In other news:

I get to see CINDY and CHRIS tomorrow. This makes me ridiculously happy.

I bought stuff for the yard/lawn. I’m working in the alleged 90 degree sunshine on Sunday and I’m going to soak up some Vitamin D and make some progress on this home ownership thing.

I feel so bloated and gross this week that I am THIS CLOSE to taking a fist full of Correctol. (cuz it’s mo fo a lady)

The program I’m applying to is English M.A. — 20th and 21st-Century Studies. I’d like to perhaps do an emphasis on British and American Lit someway, maybe since 1900 or whatever sounds good to the voices.

I just finished a book on my Nook. A Discovery of Witches. Yeah yeah yeah, take your condescending ideas about paranormal fiction elsewhere. I dig it. Clearly. I’ve accomplished NADA since I started it a day or so ago. Twas good and full of nice time travelly facts and a little touching of pink parts to satisfy the romantical side of me.

Everyone has been asking me about Facebook. “have you cheated yet?” I understand where their coming from…it does seem frivolous. Like starting a diet on Monday and seeing me at Chick Fil A on Wednesday. But this is Lent. And I take it seriously. I don’t cheat. I think it’d be really safe to say that I don’t cheat at anything but Putt-Putt. But I especially don’t cheat at Lent. I felt like I’d lost my mojo last week/earlier this week…but I feel better about it and seem to be pretty clear.

Abbylicious and The Vegan arrive next week from NYC! Huzzuah and Halakaleem! I’m super excited to see them on my turf and to have someone to sit with at Spencer’s wedding next Saturday and just to get some time with Abby. I’m just really excited for that.

It’s amazing how young Robin Williams is in Good Morning Vietman.

which reminds me, I need to go wash and slather night cream onto my face.

I am trying to be good, afterall.

 

FRIDAY!!!!

I’m feeling better. Not great enough to blaze the town tonight with my PseudoSisters, but better. I can breathe through at least one side of my nose. Huzzuah!

I got my undergrad transcript yesterday and WHEW! I graduated with a 3.02 gpa. That’s fine and dandy. That final semester though was a bitch apparently. The only thing I made an A in was pottery class. Seriously. I remember being burnt and dealing with the crumbling marriage and doing several shows. Apparently one thing I did NOT do was class/homework. At least I passed.

I now proceed to fill out the application for grad school. I’ll do it this weekend. I wonder if I need letters of rec or if those come later? Huh. More investigating.

Happy Friday, ya’ll. It’s going to be a gloriously sunshiny day here in the plains. That’s enough to make me say Halakalaeem!