Aug 21
dem bones
Here’s one view of the CAT scan of my left wrist. Until I get the CAT scan of my right wrist tomorrow, this image means very little to anyone who’s not an orthopedist. I just think it’s cool-looking. I actually made a wallpaper from it. I’m not going to share that with the world at large just yet - or ever.
I’m just not having a good day today. I missed out on the relaxing weekend I was hoping for and the return to work was not smooth. I just couldn’t find my groove and found myself wanting to go hide in the bathroom stall and cry for no reason. Just because I don’t feel like myself right now. It certainly doesn’t help that my next paycheck is entirely gone before I get it to pay the second portion of that big school loan… and that means I have no more income until September 15th. That really blows. Horribly. Truly. I think that, more than anything, is responsible for the funk I’m in right now.
However, it’s not the only factor. I am feeling lonely (after having been surrounded by couples at the BBQ yesterday) and feeling unattractive and gross in a variety of ways. By the time I got home tonight, I felt like I was going to throw up, so I did not get on the treadmill. If I go to sleep soon - say, 9ish? - perhaps I can get up at 6 or 6:30 and start my day with a run and find myself in a better mood all day as a result. Maybe? It might work. It might not.
I’m watching “Dark City” again. There’s just something about that Rufus Sewell. He’s captivating. Kiefer Sutherland = not so much. He’s got this wacky stilted stutter thing going in this film. I don’t know whether to be amused or annoyed by it.
My wrist hurts. My head hurts. My stomach hurts. My eyes itch (ragweed season ahoy!) and I need to get to sleep. I’m not sleepy, but perhaps this is a night to break out the sleeping pills.
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