Ingrate

[clevermanka]

I woke up this morning with a full-blown chest cold. Again. After a nearly full week of faithful morning gym attendance, I am once more cut down by ill health. Grrrrrr--*cough*. It's getting really old.

And here's something I never thought I'd hear myself say: I've had enough compliments for right now, OK? I slept like crap last night (an inability to breathe is not conducive to restfullness), it hurts to talk, and I'm just not feeling my usual chipper self. But of course when people walk by my office (and my desk is right smack in front of the hallway window) they come in to tell me how much they love my new haircut. And I appreciate it. I really, really do. But I'm tired of having to smile and say thank you yes I've been thinking about it for a while no nothing really inspired me to cut it I just thought it would be fun thanks yes no it doesn't feel too weird and on and on and on.

I feel like a bitch. OK, so sometimes I can be pretty bitchy, but I don't like *being* one. It's the difference between "soy borracha" and "estoy" borracha." And right now I feel very "soy."

Oh my god and someone just walked by the window with a giant cinnamon roll. Well at least they didn't notice my hair.

Comments

Gym bug?

[redheadfae.livejournal.com]

I'm beginning to wonder if one ought to take hand sanitizer and Lysol to the gym. I'm sorry to hear that you're all ill again, no doubt you won't want to be heading into KC today, that's okay, I'm thinking I have more I should be doing more *here* than spending money and time *there*.

Re: Gym bug?

[clevermanka.livejournal.com]

Well, I always spray down the handlebars of the bike...and I'm always careful to not touch my face until I've washed my hands. Any public area basically a petri dish, really. Sigh. I think I just have a crappy immune system.

Re: Gym bug?

[mckitterick.livejournal.com]

"crappy immune system" -- actually, I bet you don't get enough good sleep; I suspect Kij's frequent bouts of microscopic-life-infestation have to do with her inability to sleep well.

Not only do I not seem to get sick, but if I do, I just sleep it off. The human organism is an amazing thing.

Which reminds me of a book I just read: Greg Bear's

Vitals

.,, thank you very much, Mr. Bear, for providing a few (and more to come, I'm sure) nightmares.

Here's a novel that has affected how I perceive the world around me, including everything from the grocery store to the wetness around my cat's nose to the nightly news. Creepy as hell, more so than any horror novel I've ever read precisely because it's a hard-SF novel, even though it was packaged and feels like a thriller. It also inspires more paranoid thoughts than anything found in a best-seller technothriller.

We're just meat puppets run by bacteria...

Chris