Sunday, June 3, 2001
This has been the worst weekend I've had in ages. Before I even left work on Friday,
I had a sore throat and a mild cough. By the time sunset rolled around, I was feeling dizzy and disoriented. By the time I got
home, I was downright ill. My Friday night was spent alternating between sleep and vomiting... not exactly my idea of a great time. By
Saturday, the nausea had cleared, but I was left incredibly tired and weak (causing me to sleep all day).
The ten-day data entry assignment I was so happy to have behind me had turned into a fifteen day
assignment without my knowing. I was informed on Friday afternoon that I was to show up on Monday. With as sick as I still feel,
I doubt I'll be going in. When I signed on, I told them data entry was out of the question but made an exception considering
the short duration of this assignment. They didn't even ask if I'd be willing to work longer. Bastards.
Today, I was forced to leave the house, still feeling generally unpleasant, to replace a burst
coolant hose in my car (which has been sitting at the coffeehole for the past two nights). I made a brief effort to be social
with F.C., but my head became too clogged with snot to even think, so I headed home to write this and take a nice, long nap.
Monday, June 4, 2001
Must... get... more... sleeeeeeeeeep.
Thursday, June 7, 2001
In compliance with my work's policy on sick days, I went to see a doctor yesterday, knowing he would
write me that form that proves I missed work for a reason. It turns out I have a pretty bad case of something not unlike strep throat,
curable by either a barrage of shots a three-pill-a-day-for-ten-days regimen of über-penicillin. I opted for the pills.
What I find humorous in all this is that I was walking around for the past two
days, suffering no discomfort whatsoever from the heat. Meanwhile, several people around me who were normally
pretty resilliant to that sort of thing, complained their asses off. This was truly a first for me, and I thought this
might be the first summer ever for which I would adapt to the temperature a bit. Such was not the case, however. It was
just my 103° temperature... which could possibly explain the blurred vision and feelings of vertigo I've been
experiencing on occasion while driving.
Sunday, June 10, 2001
As a warning to those who have yet to see it, "Requiem for a Dream" is NOT a feel-good movie. Not only is it
not a feel-good movie, it contains some of the more disturbing imagery I've seen in a film. The words "haunting", "beautiful", and "twisted" describe it quite well. Friends
(and you know who you are), you must see this movie! See it with friends, see it with enemies, see it with the lovers of people you don't even know... just see it.