Today I sat on my bed glaring at my MacBook all day. I set my alarm for 6:00 thinking any day you set an alarm for cannot by definition be a lazy day. Not as true as you might think, it turns out. I spent all day writing the 4 pages I’d intended to have done by 8:00 am, and then I sent them off with an apology for their general ineptitude.
I believe my body and mind have demanded a between semester crash. It’s worse to semi-cave than just go for broke. Going back to work without the crash is just plain disaster. It will happen at some point whether you’re off work or not, and when it does nothing will stop you from staying in your PJs all day, eating Doritos, and watching back-to-back episodes of Judging Amy or something you’d prefer not to admit to in public.
I’ve made promises to various people that I would get things done, though, and so I sat hating myself, neither here nor there, neither crashed nor mobile.
My back still hurts, but I didn’t notice until I forced myself into the cold to fetch two pieces of junk mail, one of which is addressed to someone I’ve never heard of before, at my house though. For most of the day I was convinced I had bronchitis. That could still be true. I’ll know in a few days when I have no choice but to venture beyond my driveway. By then it will probably be tuberculosis or asbestos damage.
There are probably other points to add to my day’s contentment, but my head is pounding, and I have big plans to take some Ibuprofen–which by the way is dyed a scary bright red color in the off brand that I’m probably allergic to–and have a sulking contest with a cat on a low fat diet.