I'm sick. Almost very very sick, but only very. I feel like collapsing. To write this, I had to force myself to get up, dragged myself out to go get some water and come back here and write a few coherent sentences. On top of all of that, I have the rotation shift at work tonight from 11-3. (That's a.m.) And in the morning I have that shift from 10-1. Then I have to go to the library and get sources for the paper I don't know what the hell I'm doing on.
Manual labour is the best for this sort of condition, isn't it? It's not that hard tonight, Brendan said. Only set Grace lecture style for 50, I think. BUt I'm not looking forward to it and I think it started raining again. I'll definitely be taking escort over there and back. And asking a police escort to haul me to and from the gate. All these rapes and muggings lately. One thing I don't want is for any of those to be me or anyone I know. So far, I haven't known anyone who's even known someone this year. And they arrested someone last week, but I'm a little nervous that one day, the idiot with the knife or whatever his weapon is isn't going to be a coward and put it away everytime someone says "Oh, put it away! It frightens me!" and stabs someone.
Anyhow, back to sleep, I guess. Eating or trying to (glad I went to Price Chopper) and more of Grettir's Saga (aka the asshole's saga).
1 comment:
I cannot believe you are sick, working til 3am, then getting up to do it again at 10, then doing a paper. I really couldn't handle it myself. Can't you tell them that you are sick and can't do one of the two shifts?
in my thoughts,
me
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