I've been crabby all week (until yesterday). For a few months I had been in close contact with my very good friend in Madison and in these past two weeks I've found that I have run out of things to say. I want to call her just to hear about her day but I don't really have a reason for calling, and unreasoned calls are always the awkward ones. You sit there, sighing and saying "so..." a lot, waiting for some words to float into your ear from the other end of the line. So, I haven't called. Since I got hired, I don't have anything to talk about anymore and that makes me very boring. All I have to talk about is the crazy OT I put in this week at work, which is more than just a tad on the redundant side. So I'm crabby because I want to keep connecting with her and sending messages to each other but I'm uninspired. I have no material to speak of. I could talk about state bowling...but what is there to say? I drank, I bowled, I drank some more, ate some food, inhaled a couple jello shots...that's about it.
Yesterday my mood turned around. It took one blink and I saw myself staring at a rainbow instead of at the road, on my way to work. Tim told me to go to Hobbs, I said, "ok!" Tim told me to go pack, I said, "sure thing boss-maaaaaan." Tim told me to stay until the late UPS truck came and I said, "sweet." Yesterday flew by. Today wasn't too horrible either. I picked, I packed, I crated, I labeled pumps, I drove to UPS in J-town (and on the way back nearly couldn't keep from stopping in downtown Delavan for the Cinco de Mayo fest), got back and switched out the truck at Hobbs, loaded up the BAX truck, the Tax Air truck, and two Fed Ex pups...then I went home. I was planning on helping mom mow but now that I am sitting down I am allowing the pain of the day to set in and I suddenly feel really really old. My back hurts (in Katie's voice), and myyyyy feet hurt, and myyyyy stomach's grumbling, and myyyyy neck hurts. I also pulled out clumps of hair by the handful after work today. That was interesting. That normally only happens to me in the shower. Which, isn't really normal at all. I am supposed to have my thyroid checked out but I'm putting it off because I don't feel like being told I have the same disease as my mother. I'm suddenly crabby again. :(
Aside from that I keep trying to call Stephanie, and something is wrong with her phone. It gives me the disconnected beeping tone...but I know her phone isn't because I just talked to her yesterday on her cell. I wanted to go help her move in today and I wanted her to go to the Cinco de Mayo fest for supper tonight. They are having bands play later but I'm not sure if I'm interested because I'm sure it will stay true to the theme of the day and be mexican music (which makes me livid). She also told me a week ago she'd go to Spiderman 3 with me tonight in Madison at the IMAX but I have no way of getting ahold of her.
I am le tired. I think I'll have a nap.
1 comment:
Well zen, have a nap. But zen fire our sheet!
I worried that your blog would be hard to find...took me two tries, should have only taken one!
Don't you worry about being boring. It's okay to not have lots to say, aren't there always those lulls in conversations between the best of friends? I confess to being equally boring, not much going on but school and work. Painting today, perhaps, but that's about it?
And it's not my job to nag you (oh wait, it IS my job:), but wouldn't you want to just know whatever might or might not be wrong with your thyroid? It could be stress, too. Go check it out, it'll be fine.
Cliffhanger in Grey's last night, with Meredith's hand on the bazooka ammo? Dudette! Jim's even sorta getting into it, half-watching while computerizing at the table. I'm enjoying the hell out of that series, thanks.
I'm off, keep blogging!
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