sick day

I've decided. I dragged my sorry ass to work the last two days and felt like crap (and so clumsy! constantly dropping things), but last night I had taken a Tylenol PM and yet in the middle of the night my throat got so painful that it still managed to wake me up, even with the drugs. I sprayed some Chloraseptic in it and staggered back to bed, but I decided to spare my Physical Therapist the virus and canceled that appointment, and after much hemming and hawing decided that I should have the same consideration for coworkers. They might miss me, but I'm sure they'd rather not share.

And what bad days the last two days were! Not so much for things that happened at work, but for stupidity on my part which I'm going to claim was induced by my feeling like crap.
( Cuttong on account of getting long... )

I should probably have done this as backdated entries, but somehow that always seems a bit like cheating. But I didn't even write about the weekend, which had some developments of it's own, including bruises which I keep having to explain because they're on my forearms and very obvious. :) I think I'll post this, though, and write another post later.

books, 2009

#3) "The Shadow In The North" Philip Pullman. It ended up being not at all what I expected. I thought I was in for a light kid's adventure/mystery, and halfway through it turned into something else again. It should have warnings for character death, because you don't expect that in something that says "A Sally Lockhart Mystery" as if it were an ongoing series. Although the prose was somewhat clunky in places, and there were a few stretches, the end left me feeling a bit like I was reeling. Though of course that could also be because I'm sick.

( spoiler for one character death... )