If one more person makes a joke about me having swine flue, I think I will hit them. Hard. I could not have gotten sick at a worse time.
In other news, I just finished reading Special Topics in Calamity Physics. Definitely one of the best books I’ve read recently. Reminded me of The Secret History.
“I’m fine..I’m fine! My nose is just overflowing with awesome and I had to get some of it out.”
The above is a gem from How I Met Your Mother (it’s the Christmas episode, which could not be more appropriate for 80 degree weather). Barney just said it a minute ago, and it perfectly captures me right now. I’m not sick, I’m just overflowing with awesome.
Or…my cold has turned into the plague. It’s probably the latter. You know that part at the end of Outbreak when Rene Russo is all chapped and on the brink of death? That’s how I think I look right now. Apart from my hair, which is awesome today.
Being sick in New York always highlights the things that I took for granted when I lived with my parents. See below for recent purchases at Duane Reade that highlights this:
-tissues
-Vicks VapoRub
-cough drops
-chicken soup
-Twizzlers (Ok, my parents wouldn’t just have Twizzlers on hand)
-juice
-more tissues
-Vaseline (for my poor red nose)
My guess is I’ll recover just in time for rainy weather.
It is hot hot hot in New York city today. Despite my sudden onset cold I had to get out of the apartment for a little while. Met my roommate in Central Park, it was a sea of pasty white skin. Lots of bikes too. Where do these people keep them in their apartments?
These two women were standing near us, and at first I thought she had one of those baby slings across her front, but then I realized it was a hairless cat. I’m serious. She took it out and had it on a leash, but it didn’t want to be on the ground so it started climbing up her friend until it was standing on her shoulders. So creepy. I just had to share with someone. Elyse was not having a strong enough reaction about it.
I guess I should go buy groceries now. Since it’s my only task for the weekend and I haven’t done it yet.
Is there an antonym for schadenfreude? Besides jealousy, I mean. I need a word that expresses my frustration about the happiness of people I don’t like. It’s not that I want what they have, I just don’t want them to have it, not when I don’t.
Advice from Sarah:
me: i just feel a little bit like in the competition of life, she’s winning right now
Sarah: i feel it all the time
people are happiest when their friends are in the “same place”
It’s not that I don’t want my friends to be happy, I just don’t want to be left behind.
The other day I brought in a few teabags of Roastaroma to work, and now every time I open the top drawer where I was storing them, the most amazing smell hits me.
Between that toasty smell, and the christmas wreath that is still hanging in our apartment, I am seasonally confused.
Also, it’s monsooning.
Managed to be cheerful for not just 2 hours but almost six! As a karmic reward my wisdom tooth stopped hurting. Yay.
In response to the reciprocally (word?) charming evening on Friday, I have now devolved into one of those girls who obsessively checks her phone. I swore I would never be this girl, and yet. Luckily, I have company:
(phone rings)
E: Are you sure I can’t check my email?
Me: No, you have to wait until 3. That was the agreement.
E: Did you check your phone?
Me: (pause) Yes. But I didn’t impose a deadline on myself.
E: What if I just checked on my lunch break?
Me: Absolutely not, this is an exercise in will power.
And it is. If I can stop myself from eating chocolate, I can stop myself from checking the phone. Burying it at the bottom of my bag helps too.
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