October 26th, 2005

dorcas is my muse.

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You know, I almost started by saying "I'm exhausted." But then again, I've feel like I've started a few posts like that. So... I won't. This doesn't really take away from the fact that I'm a little tuckered out. I've been sick for the past two days. Yep, it was bound to happen. I... just wish it wasn't the stomach flu. I even tried going to work yesterday. I was there for two hours and made it home just in time. And I've been sick ever since. I was placed under complete house-arrest by my parents AND by Scott, which at the moment I'm too damn weak to fight against. And if it were any other normal job where you can sit or slink back into the shadows, I'd probably go to work tomorrow. But standing up all bloody day... I'm sorry, I can't do that. Not for eight hours. I will use tomorrow to get my strength up. I'm sorry for my coworkers, this is a horrible time for me to be out, but considering that's the way it will be in a little over a week... Holy shit. I'll have a new job in a week. Where I have to dress really nice. And be smart. Really smart. Can I fake smart? I'm not certain about that one. I'm damned nervous, is what I am.

Halloween weekend isn't Halloween weekend anymore. An aunt has passed on, and one of my mother's old friends as well. So we have a lot of services to go to this weekend. I'm sad because this will be a sad weekend, and in my weakened state i will cry at just about anything. For the love of God, I was reading The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe and nearly cried when the Lion died. Good thing I had finished reading The Vagina Monologues. Which, by the way, I loved. I loved this book, and I encourage everyone, EVERYONE, to read it. Just magnificent. I wish I had seen it when I had the opportunity, and I would certainly try to get involved in helping the production if it ever came around again. To my intense pleasure, Scott has picked it up. Which means we get to discuss when he finishes. He's very good about these things, I have to give him credit. Most men are not. I wonder if I'll get him to say vagina out loud in a public place. Hmm...

I was going to say something else... Well bollocks, i can't remember. Can I? Pain...death..., nope, that's about it. I'm sad. And I'm also not feeling well, so I'll stop muttering about such unpleasantries and lie down.