Day 3

I've now done three in a row, which is a pretty big accomplishment for me.

Today I'm a bit achy, and I'm wondering if it's because I've been sleeping so much. On the other hand, I still feel kind of shitty, so I've been sleeping a lot. It's a really not-so-fun Catch 22.

Speaking of Catch-22. I'm one step closer to actually getting "accepted" at OU. But let me tell you, it's not easy (apparently). I spent a lot of time today on the phone trying to get some answers. I still need some more, and that's what tomorrow will be. Stalking the proper people at OU so I can get an answer about my acceptance and then register for classes.

I cannot believe they would sort of not allow someone who is a super-nerd to go to class. I long to learn.

I know. Nerd. That's what this photo is. A slightly tired, vaguely diseased, tiny bit victorious nerd.

I hope tomorrow you'll see an epic one.

The Other Day

So the other day (re: New Years' Eve) Emily came up with the idea of a photo-a-day.
And then the next day she was all "DUDE. WE MUST."

This is me, calling out her.

TWO PHOTOS. IN A ROW.

For those who are curious, this is what a non-victory in regards to college looks like.

Happy New Year!

So. It's 2011 now. Living in the future, I experience three whole hours of 2011 before Emily did.

Emily has come up with an idea. The "Photo-A-Day" thing.

This is my shout out to Emily that we should do it here. Also-let's update the look of the blog. I'm not allowed (as she set it up). So, that being said.
Here it is, the first photo.

I'm teetering on the edge of being ill. It's not okay.

My Nose Won't Be Runny For Long

I'm currently that really irritating kind of sick. You get the runny nose, a bit of a headache, maybe some aches and pains and that's about it. You're obviously (at least to you) sick enough to not feel well and perhaps not do some of the stuff that you would do normally, but otherwise you'd best suck it up and do it. Whatever it may be.

I'm sitting in my kitchen, blogging, feeling all snuffly like. I have to go golfing in the morning, and I'd blow it off if I hadn't done that last week. And because I'm not desperately sick, no one will really go "Oh you poor thing" if you don't show up, but if you're dying ill, you get the look of "WTF Are you doing here?"

I took some NyQuil. It's cherry flavored. I'm fairly certain it's what evil tastes like. But now I'm nice and sleepy and I can't get in the bathroom because my mom is showering. Annoying.

This sums it up

Me: i feel terrible. kind of like han solo in that one scene from "the empire strikes back" where he comes back from the room with the needle-thingy and is all "i feel terrible" to both princess leia and chewbacca.

it's like that. and yes-i just made a wicked awesome star wars reference.

That is my away message.
It is so true.
I feel like death on a triscut. Will write something of substance when I find the will to live again

A brief recap of things I have done: the sequel

MY TURN.

So while I was home for Christmas, I developed a slight cough. No big deal, just a cold. WRONG. This was the Mysterious Illness of Almost Death.

Last weekend, when I thought I was dying of a cold and sore ("OMG did I bruise my lungs/ribs with all this coughing?") ribs, I finally decided to seek medical attention, AKA on Monday I went to a walk-in clinic. Apparently I was dying of bronchitis. I was promptly prescribed an epic antibiotic and cough syrup with codeine, AKA opiates.

I'm better-ish now. "Ish" because yesterday, I ran home during my lunch break to eat my leftover Chinese. While home, I coughed. And something popped (audibly) in my ribs. OWWW PAIN and spasming muscles. Went back to work, where I promptly burned my hand badly, worse than any other time. Ran hand under sink faucet for 15+ mins. Applied burn cream. More sink action. Finally resorted to a plastic glove with ice in it so I could continue to function. Came home. Had hand in a bowl of water forever. This means a combined FIVE HOURS OF WATER ON MY BURNED HAND, because otherwise it tingled like fire.

I'm pretty much falling apart.

Today my ribs still ache like I escaped from one of Jigsaw's crazy contraptions. And I still need to do video-instructed pilates with my roommate later. (We started because she got engaged like two days into the new year, and she needs a buddy so she can look good in a wedding dress.)

So until I work out (and then knock myself out with Tylenol PM and my cough syrup), I am making rice in my rice cooker, so I can use some of my leftover chinese takeout condiment packets...and watching Mythbusters. Always a good time.