I don't know what the deal is with me today, but nothing's quite working. I can't quite control my mouth. I feel like I'm slurring and stuttering more than usual. I can't quite control my hands. Writing seems to be more difficult than usual. It almost feels like I'm not fully awake four hours after I got out of bed. My head still feels like it's stuffed with cotton batting, although my mood is nowhere near as dark as it usually is first thing in the morning when this stuffed-head feeling is normal. I should have just called in sick today and taken a nap.
Actually, I had originally planned to be out today anyway. Back in November I had reserved rooms in a DC-area hotel before the cost of rooms skyrocketed as the hotels realized that demand would be huge for this week. I thought it would have been cool to take E to the inauguration. It'd make for a cool story that he was in DC for such a historic inauguration even though he was too young to remember it.
Then, as the excitement wore off and I started to realize that I wasn't the only numbnuts who thought being in town for the inauguration would be a good idea, I gradually started to doubt my choice. I also realized that I probably could find a better use for the money I was spending on four nights in a hotel when it was likely I wouldn't get to see much than the backs of the people in front of me. A couple of weeks ago I ended up cancelling my reservation. Turns out that I made the right decision in the end. I'm looking at the crowd on the Mall today and it's just a sea of people. I doubt I would have enjoyed my trip very much with that massive press of humanity.
Still would have been nice not to have to show up for work today.
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I am not performing at full capacity due to the cold. It is unreasonable. We've been complaining at work for a long time now but they just today bothered climbing up in the ceiling to find the burned out relay that caused the heater to blow cold air on me. It felt like I was living with Courtney & Mickey. I had my shirt, sweater, cardigan, scarf, coat, tights, pants and a blanket but was still cold.
Not surprisingly, I now feel like I'm getting sick. I expect to wake up in the middle of the night with the same cotton batting in my head that you've had in yours (not the literal same stuff - that would be gross).
And I think you made the right call. It must have been very exciting to be there but I would have been miserable.
I hope you feel better tomorrow.
I enjoyed the proceedings just fine from the comfortable distance of the couch. No common folk milling about here, either, just the way I like it.
Excuse me, Julie, but our heat is on and it's quite comfortable in our apartment now. Snarky beeyotch.
I can't imagine I would have enjoyed being in D.C. yesterday either. Crowds make me anxious, and I had a better view of Obama from my TV anyway.
Sorry, Courtney.
You can understand how I'd assume, though, right? I mean, Mickey posted a picture of the windowsill in your apartment. It's scary.
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