Queasy.
It's a funny word, isn't it?
It sounds like a mixture of quick and easy, but there's nothing terrifically quick or easy about queasy. Queasy just bides its time, soaking my palate in a virtual bath of cold grease and half-digested breakfast, a ghost of stomach acid floating through my memory, and all the while, my stomach roils like a washing machine on slo-mo agitate.
And somehow, I have the remarkable ability to sound bright and cheery on the telephone. Maybe it's my superpower.
I'm a bit dubious of my ability to keep it up for much longer, though. It may be another leave-early day for me.
It's a funny word, isn't it?
It sounds like a mixture of quick and easy, but there's nothing terrifically quick or easy about queasy. Queasy just bides its time, soaking my palate in a virtual bath of cold grease and half-digested breakfast, a ghost of stomach acid floating through my memory, and all the while, my stomach roils like a washing machine on slo-mo agitate.
And somehow, I have the remarkable ability to sound bright and cheery on the telephone. Maybe it's my superpower.
I'm a bit dubious of my ability to keep it up for much longer, though. It may be another leave-early day for me.
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Date: 2005-07-30 02:56 pm (UTC)From:1459, coysy, possibly from O.N. kveisa "boil," perhaps influenced by Anglo-Fr. queisier, from O.Fr. coisier "to wound, hurt, make uneasy," from the same Gmc. root as kveisa. But history is obscure and evidences of development are wanting.'