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Gah...
Okay, this week kicked my ass but good.
On Wednesday afternoon, my brain and my body had an argument. It went something like this:
Brain: "Isn't this great? We're cruising along like nothing ever happened!"
Body: "Uh, no. I hurt, and I'm tired, and I don't wanna do this anymore. I'd like to sleep now, please."
Brain: "Oh, come on. We got Monday off, and now we're behind on all our work. We've got painkillers, we'll be just fine, you'll see. Buck up!"
Body: "No, seriously. It hurts, and maybe we got Monday off, but the weekend was sixteen hours of class and a test, and there was no sleep on Friday and not enough sleep on Saturday and Sunday. I want to go home."
Brain: "Don't be such a wuss. We'll just take another pill, and we'll sleep when we get home tonight, I promise."
Body: "Dude, no. You don't understand. I want to go home *now*."
Brain: "Well, tough. We have stuff to do. Just suck it up."
Body: "Oh yeah?" *proceeds to overheat and become dizzy and nauseated and cause all sorts of other badness*
Brain: "Fine. If you're going to play dirty..." *caves in and goes home*
Spent all of yesterday passed out like a zombie. Couldn't even open the computer. Nada. Alternately slept and stared at the ceiling, and finished the third season of 24. Went back to work today, feeling marginally more human.
This weekend, more courses. Lather, rinse, repeat.
The point of this post is this: Phnee is t3h d34d. If there's something super important you need to discuss with me, by all means email me in all the places you can think of, including work. I may even answer the phone. However, I'm not reallyt checking LJ. No energy whatsoever.
The name of the game is maintenance, right now. Nothing more. Maybe when everything stops hurting and I'm less sleep-deprived, things will get better. I'm sorry to everyone I'm neglecting, but that's the ballgame right now.
*smooches* to all.
On Wednesday afternoon, my brain and my body had an argument. It went something like this:
Brain: "Isn't this great? We're cruising along like nothing ever happened!"
Body: "Uh, no. I hurt, and I'm tired, and I don't wanna do this anymore. I'd like to sleep now, please."
Brain: "Oh, come on. We got Monday off, and now we're behind on all our work. We've got painkillers, we'll be just fine, you'll see. Buck up!"
Body: "No, seriously. It hurts, and maybe we got Monday off, but the weekend was sixteen hours of class and a test, and there was no sleep on Friday and not enough sleep on Saturday and Sunday. I want to go home."
Brain: "Don't be such a wuss. We'll just take another pill, and we'll sleep when we get home tonight, I promise."
Body: "Dude, no. You don't understand. I want to go home *now*."
Brain: "Well, tough. We have stuff to do. Just suck it up."
Body: "Oh yeah?" *proceeds to overheat and become dizzy and nauseated and cause all sorts of other badness*
Brain: "Fine. If you're going to play dirty..." *caves in and goes home*
Spent all of yesterday passed out like a zombie. Couldn't even open the computer. Nada. Alternately slept and stared at the ceiling, and finished the third season of 24. Went back to work today, feeling marginally more human.
This weekend, more courses. Lather, rinse, repeat.
The point of this post is this: Phnee is t3h d34d. If there's something super important you need to discuss with me, by all means email me in all the places you can think of, including work. I may even answer the phone. However, I'm not reallyt checking LJ. No energy whatsoever.
The name of the game is maintenance, right now. Nothing more. Maybe when everything stops hurting and I'm less sleep-deprived, things will get better. I'm sorry to everyone I'm neglecting, but that's the ballgame right now.
*smooches* to all.
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Body: "Oh yeah?" *proceeds to overheat and become dizzy and nauseated and cause all sorts of other badness*
Brain: "Fine. If you're going to play dirty..." *caves in and goes home*
is probably exactly what happened to me the day Ron had to drive me home from work because of my wisdom tooth infection/pain/codeine.
Rest up and get better, and if you need anything, let me know!
- Karine
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