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Wednesday, February 24th, 1999
| Ok, that cold I was telling you about? Kicked me in the ass Monday night, leaving me bed-ridden all of Tuesday (ugh - it's nice to have sick days, but I didn't want to have to use one so soon!). Now, I woke up this morning feeling much, much better, which made me brag all morning about how I fully believe that sleep is so vitally important to healing that your body really can't get well without it. I mean, I slept all of Tuesday, and felt so well this morning I thought I was cured! Of course, 'round about 1pm I start feeling icky again (achey, snuffly etc). So, half my lunch hour I spend in the nap room at work*. I felt better, but I'm still a little ill. I hate being sick. Hate it. | *Yes! We have a nap room at work, complete with cushy futon, with matching pillows and blanket, a cool hanging chair/recliner thingie, stereo, books, mats, skylight...yes, my company is the coolest. | |
| David picked me up from work today, so he can now verify how very cool Xinet is. I'm wary, though, 'cause he's in one of those moods where I wonder if he's got something he's not telling me. He's just sorta quiet, saying "nothing" when I pester him about "what's wrong?". Yes. I know, just shut up, Heather, and let him be. Otherwise he'll just get worse. | ||
| Oooh, hey, Simpsons is almost on ("that magic, magic time" as David just said. But he's only talking about the condiments). I'm watching too much TV these days. I watch Simpsons almost religiously from 6-7, and I used to watch the 11pm show, too (still will, if I haven't seen it), but now I go to bed too early. I finally caught "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" (yes, I know I didn't put the Simpsons in quotes. Sue me.) last night, and I loved it! Funny, intelligently written, self-referential (what we used to call "post-modern" when we were English majors) etc. And, cute chicas who kick ass, which is always a plus. And goofy. Ok, I now see what the fuss was about. | (I dunno. I think I like the asterisks better than all those parenthesis.) | |
| Later (8:26pm): David was ok. He was just hungry. We just had a very personal discussion on our belly buttons. Well, his, and the amount of lint... | ||
| A short time later (8:45pm): Oh. Nevermind. David *did* have something on his mind, which he has just presented to me after much cuteness and clowning around. Dammit. I *knew* there was something he wasn't telling me earlier. You are now saved from excruciatingly loving descriptions of how much I love this complicated, introverted, and vexingly adorable man. Whew. You're lucky. |