Jan 30 2003

Feeling kinda bad

Published by at 5:02 pm under The Fam,Work

Warning, freaking boring entry ahead. But I felt like writing.

The title is pretty descriptive — I am feeling a little under-the-weather today. Nothing majorly serious, just a bit of an upset stomach and so on. My throat hurt when I woke up but that went away pretty quickly. Just the normal smoker’s morning throat I guess.

I have a meeting in a half hour with my team, our boss, another team and their manager on a joint project. I hope everything stays relatively calm because the last meeting we had on this almost self-destructed.

I got my woolen pants from the Gap’s online store and they actually fit. I am still waiting on my shoes and long wool skirt to arrive. The shoes are in transit, but I don’t think the skirt has even been shipped. Bugger.

Everything seems to be moving in slo-mo today. It’s a slightly interesting effect but the really strange part is that to me it seems like I’m the only thing moving in normal time. Kind of trippy.

I talked to my dad on the phone last night. I was worried because he hadn’t responded to my last e-mail and he hadn’t called recently. He said he was fine, just holing up because it’s been so cold lately that he can’t really go anywhere. My dad doesn’t have a driver’s license, so he rides a bike, which is usually okay seeing as how he lives in Florida, but lately the south has been mighty chilly. So he’s reading a lot and dinking around with his computer and mourning the loss of his pepper plants, which froze. He sounded pretty good. A few years ago every time I called he was either really bummed out or he seemed angry, but he seems to have reached some kind of equilibrium. Which is kind of relieveing.

Still haven’t joined the gym. I keep forgetting to. Probably the next time Vicki and I go out and do something I will ask her to swing by there so I can check it out and see if it is what I am looking for. If not, I’ll check out the one in the next town over. I still need to get exercizing. I can’t just let myself go any more.

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