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The Glamour of the Invalid
Feb. 10th, 2010 03:22 pmI've decided I quite detest LOLcat-speak. When people use dreadful grammar in everyday speech, it irks me. "I can has" must die. This is my edict.
The cute, fluffy kittens may live.
...
Since movement has made me woozy or caused my nasty headache to throb all the more, I haven't been moving around much this week. I've been sitting on my arse in front of my computer, for the most part. I've worked on some fiction, and am getting caught up on some reading. My Latin has been neglected, partially because it makes my head hurt more. I hope to study some today, though. Maybe I'll study Latin while having a bubble bath. That seems a little decadent, yet productive, hm?
I felt healthier this morning, so I did a bunch of housework. I may have overdone it. I'm all woozy and tired again, already. I might have to grab a nap. But first, I really want to get that laundry put away and finish the dishes. I'll attempt the floors and the bathroom tomorrow, I think. Unless you want to do it for me.
No?
I didn't think so.
I can't wait to get back to the gym and back to dance practice. I'm aiming for a yoga class on Friday. I think I might be up for it, if I don't go overboard. I practiced some glute squeeze drills on the elevator, and realize I've lost precision. Oh no! My bum is no longer precise! Gotta get on that.
My dance DVDs are tempting me, but if I practice along with 'em now, I just might fall down.
I've been downing ridiculous amounts of fluids every day. Orange juice, chicken soup, pomegranate juice, sour Thai soup, tea, coffee, avocado milkshakes, rare beef pho, water.... It all goes down the hatch. It's a wonder I don't slosh when I move.
Something tells me this weekend is going to be a bust. Poo. I'd been looking forward to it.
Links? Sure thing.
Cthulhu in Love Perfume: I wouldn't mind a bottle of this. It's "an amorphous mix of oppressive, piceous ritual incense, macerated kelp, sea salt, sticky dark ocean plants, and . . . mixed chocolates."
What pregnant women won’t tell you. Ever.: If this was all common knowledge, perhaps the earth wouldn't be so over-populated (thanks, Beth).
The cute, fluffy kittens may live.
...
Since movement has made me woozy or caused my nasty headache to throb all the more, I haven't been moving around much this week. I've been sitting on my arse in front of my computer, for the most part. I've worked on some fiction, and am getting caught up on some reading. My Latin has been neglected, partially because it makes my head hurt more. I hope to study some today, though. Maybe I'll study Latin while having a bubble bath. That seems a little decadent, yet productive, hm?
I felt healthier this morning, so I did a bunch of housework. I may have overdone it. I'm all woozy and tired again, already. I might have to grab a nap. But first, I really want to get that laundry put away and finish the dishes. I'll attempt the floors and the bathroom tomorrow, I think. Unless you want to do it for me.
No?
I didn't think so.
I can't wait to get back to the gym and back to dance practice. I'm aiming for a yoga class on Friday. I think I might be up for it, if I don't go overboard. I practiced some glute squeeze drills on the elevator, and realize I've lost precision. Oh no! My bum is no longer precise! Gotta get on that.
My dance DVDs are tempting me, but if I practice along with 'em now, I just might fall down.
I've been downing ridiculous amounts of fluids every day. Orange juice, chicken soup, pomegranate juice, sour Thai soup, tea, coffee, avocado milkshakes, rare beef pho, water.... It all goes down the hatch. It's a wonder I don't slosh when I move.
Something tells me this weekend is going to be a bust. Poo. I'd been looking forward to it.
Links? Sure thing.
Cthulhu in Love Perfume: I wouldn't mind a bottle of this. It's "an amorphous mix of oppressive, piceous ritual incense, macerated kelp, sea salt, sticky dark ocean plants, and . . . mixed chocolates."
What pregnant women won’t tell you. Ever.: If this was all common knowledge, perhaps the earth wouldn't be so over-populated (thanks, Beth).
