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Aug. 28th, 2008 11:24 amI forgot to do so many things yesterday. One of the things I forgot was to blog.
I blame books and friends and anime. Sari sent me a belated birthday present and a care package, of 2 books (Stephenie Meyer - already finished - the second book was so much better than the first that I now have to finish the series just to see how her writing grows); Donna gave me a care package (chicken soup that is already eaten and Michael Chabon, which I'm saving for the weekend); and Mik and Conor and I ate pizza and sweet fizzy drinks and watched 4 episodes of Avatar and about the same of 30Rock.
The only other thing I did yesterday (besides teaching and buying mooncake) was finally work out how to redirect my university email so it doesn't lurk.
Today I am completely wiped, because it was such a big day, but it was a happy day, too. Despite the last two weeks, my life is balanced, mainly because of the people in it. This is such a wonderful feeling. I'm sitting here knowing I will be spending most of today and tomorrow in bed and that my physical condition is not a nice one and I think "I have friends, I have books and I have a whole bunch of DVDs to watch - I think I shall call this two days off work. Not sick leave - quiet time." Work begins again on Saturday, and I am determined to do my best teaching ever, because the Saturday class is the one that was mucked up by all the emergencies.
A very small part of my "This is a holiday" feel is because last night I didn't have to stand on tiptoe to talk to friends. The shorter Gillian is going along with the built-up pain of the last few months. I'll never be tall, but at five foot 3 I can look the world in the eye again.
I blame books and friends and anime. Sari sent me a belated birthday present and a care package, of 2 books (Stephenie Meyer - already finished - the second book was so much better than the first that I now have to finish the series just to see how her writing grows); Donna gave me a care package (chicken soup that is already eaten and Michael Chabon, which I'm saving for the weekend); and Mik and Conor and I ate pizza and sweet fizzy drinks and watched 4 episodes of Avatar and about the same of 30Rock.
The only other thing I did yesterday (besides teaching and buying mooncake) was finally work out how to redirect my university email so it doesn't lurk.
Today I am completely wiped, because it was such a big day, but it was a happy day, too. Despite the last two weeks, my life is balanced, mainly because of the people in it. This is such a wonderful feeling. I'm sitting here knowing I will be spending most of today and tomorrow in bed and that my physical condition is not a nice one and I think "I have friends, I have books and I have a whole bunch of DVDs to watch - I think I shall call this two days off work. Not sick leave - quiet time." Work begins again on Saturday, and I am determined to do my best teaching ever, because the Saturday class is the one that was mucked up by all the emergencies.
A very small part of my "This is a holiday" feel is because last night I didn't have to stand on tiptoe to talk to friends. The shorter Gillian is going along with the built-up pain of the last few months. I'll never be tall, but at five foot 3 I can look the world in the eye again.