Ahem. I have been informed in no uncertain terms(cough*Claudia*cough) that I am to update my blog. You see, the unfortunate part lies in the fact that I have nothing to say! So, I hereby announce my first BlogStorm. I need ideas people! Give me something to spark off of! HELP ME!!! Otherwise I fear you will be subjected to tales involving my personal health and all it's little vagaries and woes.
I have been sick for the past 10 days.(Hey, I warned you!) I will not call it anything as mundane or benign as a cold. No. It's been far too mean for that. I have been coughing up lungs, and am even now working on coughing up my spleen. (I am nothing if not ambitious.) The entire left side of my head is plugged, which means my ears, too, and it has done very odd things to my already precarious relationship with gravity. My left arm keeps going icy/numb at the oddest intervals. I think all the coughing has impinged on a nerve. It's a truly disconcerting sensation to feel as though your skin doesn't actually belong on your body anymore. Very disconcerting.
But I am prodigiously proud of myself for several reasons. The first, and most important, is that I showered every single DAY. That's huge. HUGE, I say. And after that, I managed not to fall behind in any of my school work. I have written a memo, started a first draft for my final project in Technical Writing, read about 300 pages of economics materials, written a paper analyzing the causal elements of an argument for my English Comp class, finished 2 weeks of work for my accounting class, written a letter of application and a resume for my technical writing class (Which I am going to use to try to get a real job in accounting with the city. Squee! Fingers crossed!)and all of this I have done in 5-10 minute increments, as the whole inner-ear thing has made uprightness a thing of intense nausea and dizziness. So, five minutes up, 10minutes down, and so on. I can hear your jealousy. Can you see why I'm so proud of my hygiene?!
Ok. Unless you want more Chronicles of Whinia, give me something to work with. Throw me a frickin' bone, here, people!
7 comments:
football? punk? vodka? sex?
well that's emptied my head anyroad....
don't mind me. Just surfing by for want of owt else to do.
howdo
Um, I don't think the first guy helped you out at all :) I would just like to say, yay for you for getting all that done while you were sick! You are truly amazing. I love your writing, by the way. You could write about anything and I'd enjoy it.
The only upside to coughing up a lung?
Codeine. (Unless it makes you barf like me. Then you're pretty much screwed.)
I agree with Melissa. Though I have to look up every other word (ahem Ms. Dictionary Queen is what I'd call you) I love reading your blogs.
How about your children? A list of funny things they have done? Quirks? Hmmm... I'm a loser too.
Claudia's good at this, pester her. lol
I have trouble coming up with my own crap... and well, quite a bit of it IS CRAP.
Nobody's a loser marni. Not if we're still here anyroad.
No booze no sex no er...whatever...oh yeah, vodka
bloody hell. lemme think.....
sod it...off to watch United 'n Chelsea in't Champions League Final. You know. The REAL football. None of this US nancy stuff.... ;-)
Anyroad I'm from't north (UK) = United but I like the south (a bit) = Chelsea)
ok I
I'm schizo....
melissa / marni - chill babes.
you live you die the bit in between is called life. Enjoy! xx
ta for't visit oddball. Keep in touch eh? x ;-)
Good for you. 'Bout time. I'm very good at nudging. I will not tolerate slackers, no way. No how. ;) Sorry you don't feel good, but that earned you a gold star for posting while sick. As to what to write about...Hmmm....Here's one I know you might like...Imagine you were awarded $500K. You had 7 days in which to dispense it, but the catch is that it could only go to 7 people who need it. You would have to find and document your distributions as well as explain why each got the amount the did. If in the end you succeeded in dispensing of the funds appropriately you yourself would receive a sum of money. An amount you would need. To the penny. Not more. Not less. And the circle would continue...
I would like to see a detailed piece about your top 10 pet peeves, and why they deserve that high rank on the list.
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