I am unwell. I want to get that out of the way straight off because, in my opinion, the entire world will soon be coming to a screeching halt. It will then proceed to revolve around a newer and far more appropriate target:
I am something of a baby when I don't feel well. I should probably also apologize for the statements I shall be making and the attitude I shall likely display. I will be glad of it later when I realize how badly I've behaved. With that, let's hit them Wednesday Night Bullet Points!!!
*I am glad to be communicating via keyboard. That is about all I am good for right now.
*I am sick.
*I was not sick yesterday. At least not until 8:37 pm.
*Then I was sick. It was just that fast.
*Now my throat is very, very sore and my joints feel like tiny, angry little elves are hammering away at them as punishment for something I may or may not have done to slight them.
*Tiny, imaginary elves often have issues...
*The students in my class do not care that I am sickly. Most of them are also sickly.
*As is The Organized Teaching Assistant.
*And The Cheerful Teaching Assistant.
*The ones that aren't sickly are just, plain grumpy these days because the holidays aren't always what the television commercials imply they should be.
*My throat hurts and I wanted to tell everyone about the world revolving around me, but I couldn't talk loudly enough to be heard and no one wanted to read what I was typing.
*The World's Greatest Stylist And Life Coach suggested that I needed to eat dinner with her.
*She is not the sort of person with whom you argue about things like dinner.
*Nor do I want to. I like dinner and I wasn't sickly on Sunday.
*And she was offering me things like lobster and cheesecake. So I went.
*Yes. I tip my hairdresser very well. Maybe not "lobster" well, but I'm thinking of working my way up to that.
*She ordered a lot of lobster for us. And sent me home with leftovers.
*No cheesecake was left over, though.
*Which is sad, because I am very hungry right now and cannot swallow.
*Cheesecake would be nice for someone as sickly as myself.
*Did I mention the sickness? I can't remember if I did...
*I feel like poopy-yucky-ickiness.
*Soup would probably be better for me than cheesecake but I honestly don't think that anyone really checks on that sort of thing.
*I think there is some "weather" in the near future.
*Cats have lost their tiny, freakin' minds and are cavorting about in a way that is not good for a sickly person.
*There is little dignity in running around one's house trying to scream, "SANTA DOES NOT COME TO HOUSES WHERE BAD KITTIES LIVE!!!"
*I say, "trying" because I am too sickly to really get up much of a good scream.
*Could account for the lack of cooperation, now that I think of it.
*And all the refrigerator magnets suddenly being under the Christmas tree...
*I finally decided to read Ghost Story.
*I have no idea if that link will work. Linking to my Amazon stuff is still not going well and no one seems to care that I am too sickly to be dealing with this nonsense.
*And my internet connection is fuzzy.
*Again with the lack of caring for my sickliness!!!!
*Universe! I ask you...WHY????
*Where was I?
*Oh, yes. The book. I liked it. It is actually a book where Harry seems kind of happy if you don't focus on the part where he's dead.
*Don't worry. Happy never lasts for Harry Dresden.
*Which is probably why I haven't read anything from the Dresden Files in a while and cannot really remember just where it was that we left off...
*That isn't helping much with the comprehension, but I still like the book.
*And in the car, I am listening to Enchantment.
*Not one of your more popular Orson Scott Card offerings and I'm not even going to pretend it's my favorite.
*But still pretty good. Better than listening to the news.
*Especially since they have yet to report on my illness and I'm a bit miffed about it.
*Cats just freaked out and moved the recliner. Which hit the Christmas tree.
*I don't even care anymore. I am sick.
*I am making pasta for dinner since I still haven't resolved the cheesecake issue.
*Best line of the day Courtesy of Little Einstein who couldn't quite place the relaxing music we were playing in the classroom today in a futile attempt at settling the seething mass of tension:
"What is that...yoga noise?"
*Yes. It was, in fact Yoga Noise.
*It just wasn't quite so soothing once we got to giggling over it.
*Sore throats and all.
I am going to stop there. I think I have done remarkably well with the attitude and I fear a trip over to the dark side should I carry on much further. As proof, I point out that I have not yet begun my rant against the person I met today who believes my decision to say, "happy holidays" is somehow proof that I am anti-American, anti-Christmas and a threat to life as we know it unless I am put down immediately. Apparently all that is good in this world is now threatened by that seemingly simply sentiment and I probably should be thinking about moving out of this great nation before I am driven
Yeah. I'm just gonna wrap this up before I get to that. Maybe I'll save it for another day, one where I'm more light of heart and free of germ. I wish you all a very Happy Wednesday and hope that you are doing better with the lightheartedness than I tonight.
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