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Last night, at my parents' house for Pasta Night, I was sitting on the sofa and drinking my coffee and I got that feeling. That bad, viruses-settlin'-down-for-a-party feeling in the back of my throat. Bobby had a hockey game late last night in Columbia, so I just went home and crashed and didn't even hear him come in.
When I woke up this morning, it felt like someone had taken a fork and scraped it down the back of my throat. I could have called in sick to work, but I had ten new, shiny warrants waiting to be run, not to mention a pile of paperwork to scan into the system. And I knew none of it would get done if I didn't go in, so here I am.
On top of that, work has been annoying. CJIS decided to cop out on me a couple of times, and it has also decided not to print to my laser printer, so I had to send my pages to the fax machine. Which would be fine if the fax would print more than a page every thirty seconds. So nine warrants--which would take me no more than an hour to do everything, including the scanning, under normal conditions--took most of my morning.
And the phone...have I mentioned how much I despise strident noises? My cellular is actually set not to ring but to chirp like crickets because I can't stand the sound of phones ringing. The cricket sound is soft and gentle, on the other hand. The sound of Nextel direct connect, which is what we use for radios at work...*shudders.*
I'm less sore now but still feel like someone poured cement into my head. And I have club skating practice tonight and am thinking strongly of not going, as much as it pains me to miss practice. I think that I could probably skate at least to practice our group numbers, but I'm worried of wearying myself and throwing my immune system in the wrong direction, as well as smearing my clubmates with my germs, since our number involves a lot of skating in formations while holding hands/wrists.
In the meantime, I have a chapter of AMC to write for next week's posting. I wonder if I can coax wee!Carnistir into my sick head?
I was going to work on the website, but I don't know if the cementhead feeling is conducive to tinkering. I also have a D&D adventure to write and a pile of stories to read....
Be gone, viruses. I have work to do.
When I woke up this morning, it felt like someone had taken a fork and scraped it down the back of my throat. I could have called in sick to work, but I had ten new, shiny warrants waiting to be run, not to mention a pile of paperwork to scan into the system. And I knew none of it would get done if I didn't go in, so here I am.
On top of that, work has been annoying. CJIS decided to cop out on me a couple of times, and it has also decided not to print to my laser printer, so I had to send my pages to the fax machine. Which would be fine if the fax would print more than a page every thirty seconds. So nine warrants--which would take me no more than an hour to do everything, including the scanning, under normal conditions--took most of my morning.
And the phone...have I mentioned how much I despise strident noises? My cellular is actually set not to ring but to chirp like crickets because I can't stand the sound of phones ringing. The cricket sound is soft and gentle, on the other hand. The sound of Nextel direct connect, which is what we use for radios at work...*shudders.*
I'm less sore now but still feel like someone poured cement into my head. And I have club skating practice tonight and am thinking strongly of not going, as much as it pains me to miss practice. I think that I could probably skate at least to practice our group numbers, but I'm worried of wearying myself and throwing my immune system in the wrong direction, as well as smearing my clubmates with my germs, since our number involves a lot of skating in formations while holding hands/wrists.
In the meantime, I have a chapter of AMC to write for next week's posting. I wonder if I can coax wee!Carnistir into my sick head?
I was going to work on the website, but I don't know if the cementhead feeling is conducive to tinkering. I also have a D&D adventure to write and a pile of stories to read....
Be gone, viruses. I have work to do.
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Date: 2006-02-08 07:08 pm (UTC)I'm glad to hear that you're doing better. I was worried about you! I can't have my unfailingly cheerful and optimistic counterpart not feeling well! ;)
I'd imagine you can relate to ringing phones, working in a doctor's office. Luckily, since our bureau chief moved to another office, the phone doesn't ring nearly as much. That used to drive me crazy, as he was never here and people would want to know where he was. Like I knew? I felt like saying, "I'm not his f***ing keeper! Call his damned cell!"
Oh, I owe you an email about the RPG, so I will go do that now. :)
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Date: 2006-02-08 10:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-09 04:27 pm (UTC)Nah, he's all yours! And eagerly awaiting his return trip to Denver. ;)
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Date: 2006-02-09 04:42 pm (UTC)There's a 2:00 p.m. flight that should do...;)
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Date: 2006-02-09 08:37 am (UTC);) And I have used Nelyo only for studying purposes. Cross my heart, I did. I'm becoming strangely attached to
onlyFeanor. BTW, last time I checked, Feany was over there, shirtless and sent in by Jenni. Could I please have him back this week-end so that I can teach him some negotiating skills, since I'm studying that for my next exam? ;)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-09 04:29 pm (UTC)As for Feanor and negotiating skills.... o.O Hopefully, he won't use his Alqualonde-style of persuasion! :^P
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Date: 2006-02-09 05:06 pm (UTC)It's making you dizzy? Lets just hope they are not afraid of airplanes. Though Maitimo should have no problems, after flying with the "Royal Eagle Service" back in the day.
As for Feanor and negotiating skills.... o.O Hopefully, he won't use his Alqualonde-style of persuasion!
Oh, no. I'll try to teach him to behave and ask nicely at least twice before starting to hack at people. I don't want him scaring all my future business partners. Though it would not be so bad to have a fully armed Noldo brandishing his sword and looking evol, if I ever want to intimidate an opponent...