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20 April 2003 @ 05:11 pm
me, my bed, and I.  
Am feeling under the weather. Deeply tired and run down, throat sore. Can't stay home from work as I have a must-meet with my manager at 8 fucking a.m. Monday morning, which I also at some point have to do an hour or two of work to prepare for.

::stares dully at clock, thinks, yeah right::

My own fault for not doing it on Friday, totally and unquestionably, and fuck-meably.

My other remaining goal is laundry. At this point will be grateful if I manage one load. Was supposed to get together with A. but haven't heard from her and suspect that we are both blowing it off. (Waves weakly to A.) Suspect we both forget it was Easter. Or perhaps just underestimated our deep reluctance to surface from the Weekend Bed Linens Of Deep Sloth. At this moment, we're probably both sleepy-eyed and on the verge of burrowing back into some wood shavings like a couple of exhausted Guinea pigs.

Guinea pigs are funny.

During recent nap dreamed of terribly urgent and important things I knew I needed to remember to do on waking--editing a story being one of them, I think. Have managed to gently touch my thumb to the eyeball of reality and convince myself that no, I in fact had no such things on my to-do list. Just that one little bit of work-work. And laundry. Even taping the pre-empted Buffy may simply fall by the wayside, as I have something on tape, and the idea of figuring out the exact show time, lifting my feeble hand with a videocassette tape toward the VCR slot, turning on the TV, etc, seems very overwhelming right now.

As does my pathetically OCD need to create a small 70-percent width HR tag to close off this post, but I will do it anyway.

Kat Allisonkatallison on April 20th, 2003 05:35 pm (UTC)
Ergh. <petting you concernedly> Do take care of yourself; there's a lot of nasty crud going around (speaking as a victim thereof). Can you go home after your 8 a.m.? I have the sense you've been plundering yourself wildly, flinging out the story in extravagant fistfuls, and you may need to rest and replenish for a bit. Wish I could teleport there and tuck you up in the bedlinens, and bring you a nice platter of risotto. (With porcini mushrooms, perhaps, and toasted pignoles, and just a hint of lemon zest...)
in search of a clever byline10zlaine on April 20th, 2003 05:38 pm (UTC)
I thank you for posting. I can't be bothered; I'd rather sit here, and be cranky that LJ is so dead today and nobody is entertaining me!me!me!

I am so useless and bored that I want to go to bed now in the hopes that even a dreary work day might be an improvement over my current immobility.
Herself_nyc: silent angel go to sleepherself_nyc on April 20th, 2003 05:44 pm (UTC)
Take care of your indolent self, Anna. You are a shagged out following a prolonged squawk, there's no doubt about it.
Anaxila / Babblesanaxila on April 20th, 2003 06:23 pm (UTC)
Slackers make the world go 'round. Or not so much.
(Waves weakly to A.)

And A. waves weakly in return. I love having a friendship where deep reluctance to spend time together isn't a character flaw but is instead one of the key elements that brings us together. Go forth and launder. And write, damn you, write!

It's Easter?