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Aug. 5th, 2005 02:23 pmToday everything is fuzzy. I am tempted to take myself back to bed and sleep it out.
I have a resurgence of symptoms (slight but annoying), and I have had junk phone calls. One of them was from a charmer who sneered at me when I said "I'm sorry, His Excellency doesn't live here." - I have no idea who His Excellency is, but since I live here and I am female, I can't be His Excellency, so the sneer was a bit vulgar. Another was from someone soliciting money from a married woman with my surname who was also not me - the lady was not happy when I explained carefully that I found the "Mrs Polack" a bit offensive. Now I think about it it, it was the fourth time that society has rung me and they always say Mrs and I always explain I don't like it and they always promise to never do it again - so I have stopped giving them money. I didn't remember this when they rang today - I laboriously explained things today. It's that kind of day.
Obviously I am not as nice as usual. It all started on the way home from teaching last night. A gang of youths shouted "Y'owd bitch" at me because I refused to give them money. Everyone wants money!!
On top of that my antivirus is not working properly and the antivirus people are not answering my increasingly worried emails. And, well, lots of little things. I really shouldn't list them - they are the sort of annoying things we all get on annoying days. Nothing special. It all adds up to a comfort-eating day (damn diets) and a comfort reading day (damn intellects).
One good big thing has happened. Essential work-related books arrived in the mail in an emormously heavy parcel from Britain. Eight gorgeous books. It really scared me when I found I felt too ick to be excited, because these books are for my fiction and my history and my teaching - the first time all three have overlapped to such a great extent, and they are definitely very lustworthy. Since I know not getting abundantly excited about them is an aberration and nothing to do with my normal self, I have put them in a nicely obvious place so I can get massively enthusiastic when the miseries depart. We are talking seriously, seriously cool books and I am determined to enjoy every single page. Just not today.
I suspect I am nearing the final end of the virus and the bronchitis and the migraine and all three of them leaving has just given me a minor fit of the screaming meemies. I am not worth knowing today, simple. I am going to drink hot chocolate and read weepy books.
I have a resurgence of symptoms (slight but annoying), and I have had junk phone calls. One of them was from a charmer who sneered at me when I said "I'm sorry, His Excellency doesn't live here." - I have no idea who His Excellency is, but since I live here and I am female, I can't be His Excellency, so the sneer was a bit vulgar. Another was from someone soliciting money from a married woman with my surname who was also not me - the lady was not happy when I explained carefully that I found the "Mrs Polack" a bit offensive. Now I think about it it, it was the fourth time that society has rung me and they always say Mrs and I always explain I don't like it and they always promise to never do it again - so I have stopped giving them money. I didn't remember this when they rang today - I laboriously explained things today. It's that kind of day.
Obviously I am not as nice as usual. It all started on the way home from teaching last night. A gang of youths shouted "Y'owd bitch" at me because I refused to give them money. Everyone wants money!!
On top of that my antivirus is not working properly and the antivirus people are not answering my increasingly worried emails. And, well, lots of little things. I really shouldn't list them - they are the sort of annoying things we all get on annoying days. Nothing special. It all adds up to a comfort-eating day (damn diets) and a comfort reading day (damn intellects).
One good big thing has happened. Essential work-related books arrived in the mail in an emormously heavy parcel from Britain. Eight gorgeous books. It really scared me when I found I felt too ick to be excited, because these books are for my fiction and my history and my teaching - the first time all three have overlapped to such a great extent, and they are definitely very lustworthy. Since I know not getting abundantly excited about them is an aberration and nothing to do with my normal self, I have put them in a nicely obvious place so I can get massively enthusiastic when the miseries depart. We are talking seriously, seriously cool books and I am determined to enjoy every single page. Just not today.
I suspect I am nearing the final end of the virus and the bronchitis and the migraine and all three of them leaving has just given me a minor fit of the screaming meemies. I am not worth knowing today, simple. I am going to drink hot chocolate and read weepy books.