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offbalanceDespite a wonderful weekend that included ample time with friends, karaoke, scrubbing the holy hell out of my room (I vacumed and dusted!!), and seeing True Romance for the first time (which I loved), yesterdays work-related insanity absolutely drained the life out of me. I was hoping that my dance class would put the life back (as it is wont to do), but no dice. I barely made it through Medium - and I missed a bit of the middle and the last ten minutes, which really sucks because I had been looking forward to this episode.
I was achy yesterday, but this morning I woke up at 5 to 6 in PAIN. Actual aching pain. And the following conversation ensued:
Brain: OW! wtf?!
Body: Now that I have your attention...
Brain: What the hell is your problem, meatsack?
Body: My, my, aren't we cranky this morning!
Brain: My alarm doesn't go off for about another half an hour. I should be sleeping.
Body: Ironic, isn't it? For me to wake you up to talk about rest?
Brain: Maybe in an Alanis way. Get to the frigging point so I can get us into the shower. If I have to be awake, I might as well make the best of it. It's bad enough that you knocked us out so early last night. Maybe I can also get another few things done...
Body: Not so fast. How are your pain receptors working? *sends sharp ache to legs*
Brain: OWWWWWWWWWW!
Body: Good, good. Are we going to listen, now?
Brain: (weakly) yes.
Body: Look, we're young, and we're healthy. We're not the type to lay around in bed all day, and I like that about us. I shouldn't have to resort to this. But shit, you really have to go easier on me. I'm TIRED!
Brain: What the hell have you been doing, anyway? I'm the one dying at work, here!
Body: Right. And when you're stressed, who gets the brunt of it? Huh? Who?
Brain: You.
Body: Fucking right it is! And what do you plan to do about it?
Brain: I thought we'd go to the gym later. What do you think?
Body: I think NOT. We are tired. Bone fucking tired. We can barely stand, and you mean to tell me that we're going to spend 15 minutes on the elliptical? This isn't foggy, or lazy or drowsy and need to shake it off. This is exhaustion, bitch. You try to take me to the gym, I'm going to pull a full system shutdown on your ass. And that will not be pretty.
Brain: I don't believe you. We're going to sit up now.
Body: O RLY?
Brain: aaaah...dizzzy....
Body: Believe me now?
Brain: Okay, okay. I just thought us going to the gym would be good for us.
Body: In theory, yes. But clearly we're not sleeping well. We're not recharging. And unlike your lovely little cell phone, you can't plug me into a wall socket whenever it's convenient. And using more of whatever little energy we have to run on a hamster wheel won't improve that. I thought dance class would have delivered that message yesterday.
Brain: Ugh. I hate being lazy. I hate whining about being tired and not getting to do stuff.
Body: I know. I hate having to do this, but if there had been any other way to get through to you...
Brain: Fine, no, I get it. Tell you what - I'll do my best to get us to sleep after Veronica Mars if you give me enough energy to walk home from C-Town later.
Body: Done. Hell, if you're asleep before 11, I may even be ready to hit the gym tomorrow instead, if you're game.
Brain: Maybe. Ugh, you know - I really don't feel so hot.
Body: All the more reason to spend tonight resting. Now, get us in the shower, so we can at least be tired and clean.
But in all seriousness, I'm wiped. I'm so tired I can barely think straight, forget about the higher mental processes like creativity and not tripping while walking. Thank God that I took Friday off. And the worst thing is, I have no idea why. I didn't scrimp on sleep this weekend, really. I cleaned my room so well, I should have an easier time breathing, not a more difficult one. /whinge.
Anyway, I'm not going to let anything get me down today. Because it'sRex Manning Veronica Mars day!! And it's not pre-empted, praise and hallelujah to the fucking heavens above. You know, because I prefer to watch the season finale when it actually airs and all.
Anyway, back to work.
I was achy yesterday, but this morning I woke up at 5 to 6 in PAIN. Actual aching pain. And the following conversation ensued:
Brain: OW! wtf?!
Body: Now that I have your attention...
Brain: What the hell is your problem, meatsack?
Body: My, my, aren't we cranky this morning!
Brain: My alarm doesn't go off for about another half an hour. I should be sleeping.
Body: Ironic, isn't it? For me to wake you up to talk about rest?
Brain: Maybe in an Alanis way. Get to the frigging point so I can get us into the shower. If I have to be awake, I might as well make the best of it. It's bad enough that you knocked us out so early last night. Maybe I can also get another few things done...
Body: Not so fast. How are your pain receptors working? *sends sharp ache to legs*
Brain: OWWWWWWWWWW!
Body: Good, good. Are we going to listen, now?
Brain: (weakly) yes.
Body: Look, we're young, and we're healthy. We're not the type to lay around in bed all day, and I like that about us. I shouldn't have to resort to this. But shit, you really have to go easier on me. I'm TIRED!
Brain: What the hell have you been doing, anyway? I'm the one dying at work, here!
Body: Right. And when you're stressed, who gets the brunt of it? Huh? Who?
Brain: You.
Body: Fucking right it is! And what do you plan to do about it?
Brain: I thought we'd go to the gym later. What do you think?
Body: I think NOT. We are tired. Bone fucking tired. We can barely stand, and you mean to tell me that we're going to spend 15 minutes on the elliptical? This isn't foggy, or lazy or drowsy and need to shake it off. This is exhaustion, bitch. You try to take me to the gym, I'm going to pull a full system shutdown on your ass. And that will not be pretty.
Brain: I don't believe you. We're going to sit up now.
Body: O RLY?
Brain: aaaah...dizzzy....
Body: Believe me now?
Brain: Okay, okay. I just thought us going to the gym would be good for us.
Body: In theory, yes. But clearly we're not sleeping well. We're not recharging. And unlike your lovely little cell phone, you can't plug me into a wall socket whenever it's convenient. And using more of whatever little energy we have to run on a hamster wheel won't improve that. I thought dance class would have delivered that message yesterday.
Brain: Ugh. I hate being lazy. I hate whining about being tired and not getting to do stuff.
Body: I know. I hate having to do this, but if there had been any other way to get through to you...
Brain: Fine, no, I get it. Tell you what - I'll do my best to get us to sleep after Veronica Mars if you give me enough energy to walk home from C-Town later.
Body: Done. Hell, if you're asleep before 11, I may even be ready to hit the gym tomorrow instead, if you're game.
Brain: Maybe. Ugh, you know - I really don't feel so hot.
Body: All the more reason to spend tonight resting. Now, get us in the shower, so we can at least be tired and clean.
But in all seriousness, I'm wiped. I'm so tired I can barely think straight, forget about the higher mental processes like creativity and not tripping while walking. Thank God that I took Friday off. And the worst thing is, I have no idea why. I didn't scrimp on sleep this weekend, really. I cleaned my room so well, I should have an easier time breathing, not a more difficult one. /whinge.
Anyway, I'm not going to let anything get me down today. Because it's
Anyway, back to work.
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Date: 2006-05-09 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-09 04:33 pm (UTC)But thanks!!
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Date: 2006-05-09 06:10 pm (UTC)Watched last weeks VM this morning. VERY excited!
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Date: 2006-05-10 01:46 am (UTC)