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December 07, 2000
Owww...
I'm home sick. Sick sick sick. Painful-stomach sick. Ugh. Yesterday, I decided that some soup would be really nice with the cheese sandwich I'd brought to work for lunch. So I trotted next door to the little cafeteria, and bought some vegetarian chili that looked, smelled, and tasted lovely. The problem is, the chili hated me. It wanted to hurt me. So an hour or so after I ate it, I started feeling icky... stomach pains, headache, general queasiness. I managed to not leave work early, but there was no way I was going in today. I spent the night feeling like crap on a stick, and now, after many shots of Pepto and a small bowl of nice, friendly, bland oatmeal, I'm starting to feel marginally better. Which is good, because I have class tonight. I should really go to school early and get some work done on my final project -- the due date is looming over me, and I really can't put it off any more. But, you know, I'm sitting here in my lovely sheep pajamas and slippers, and I've been here in front of the computer for over an hour now...
Yesterday was my grandparents' 56th wedding anniversary. 56 years. They got married the day before Pearl Harbor was bombed -- my grandfather got shipped off to war a day or two after the wedding, I think. Nice honeymoon, huh? 56 years... when I got married, I was hoping it would last at least that long. (Deep down I knew it wouldn't, but... well, I was hoping, anyway.)
So last night I called my grandparents (because every year I forget to send a card on time) and chatted with my grandmother for a bit -- my grandfather never talks on the phone. I think I've spoken to him on the phone once -- when I called them to tell them that Barry and I had split up, he answered, and as soon as I heard his voice I fell all apart into a weepy mess, and he talked to me for quite a while. Grandma's the chatty one; Grandpa just smiles and nods a lot -- probably because he's used to not being able to get a word in edgewise. My brother complains that all the women in our family are like that -- I come from a long line of motormouths. But hey, we have fun!
Speaking of my brother, he called right after I got off the phone with my grandparents. He moved recently, and doesn't really know anyone yet, so he gets lonely. Last time he called, we ended up in a very heated debate... this time I was feeling too sickly to talk about anything even vaguely political or controversial, so we just talked about the woman he has a date with later this week. Good for him -- at least somebody in my family's getting some action. (No, I'm not bitter. Why do you ask?)
I haven't gotten nearly enough Christmas shopping done. I haven't even bought cards yet, much less mailed them. I only just got around to sending a gift to some friends in London -- it'll never get there in time, of course. So far, I have something for my roommate, something for my brother, one little thing for my mom (I'd tell you what it is, but she reads my journal -- hi, Mom! Suffice it to say, it's neat, and cool, and she'll never expect it.) and something for one friend. People with wish lists make me happy -- it just makes it much easier. I know a lot of folks are debating whether the lists are crass or not, but hey, I like 'em. I have a few friends who are either very hard to shop for, or who have pretty much anything I would think of to buy them, so I like being able to look at a list of stuff they want. It's still fun to try to figure out which thing they'd enjoy the most, and it takes away the risk that I'll get them something they don't want. I have one myself, because I tend to cave in and buy the stuff I want for myself, so I'm sure I'm hard to shop for.
So, to boil all this rambling down: I'm sick. I'm still in my jammies. I need to get a lot of stuff done. So I really should get off the computer now. Oh, and my mom's surgery is scheduled for the 20th. Any well-wishes will be faithfully passed on to her. Especially if you write them in haiku. And welcome to all you new notify-list people! New subscribers make me very happy...
Posted by Mary Ellen at December 7, 2000 09:01 PM