I haven’t been sick since February but the last week or so, I’ve been fighting something. Today, it won. I woke up with a sore throat, hoping I’d be dead by noon. I hate being sick. Hate it.
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Toys
My niece will be getting one of these for her first birthday. Because I adore my sister and I consider it my duty to purchase toys that will torture her.
FREEZING
Good grief it’s cold today. The fog settled in overnight and I drove to work in an overcast that delayed the district’s busses by 2 hours. Kids have straggled in all day and it’s been bone-chillingly cold. This will be a nice weekend though. My sister’s baby shower is tomorrow and when I get home, we’re going shopping for a new bed. I’m quite happy to keep the bed we have now because I’ve had it for a while but it’s not that conducive to 2 people sleeping on it, especially one who has insomnia and RLS. So Rob’s insisting and I’m not putting up much of a fight. The fun part is looking for new headboards.Â
Now, if I could just get my fingers and toes to unclench a bit, I could actually function properly today. Because I take meds for my migraines that slow my circulatory system, I am easily ice cold, even when it’s hot outside. I don’t mind it in the summer but in winter, I’m dying. I can lay in bed under 5 blankets and still have freezing cold feet.  Today, I didn’t even think about putting socks on because of the shoes I’m wearing. One quick trip to the office to turn in a cell phone and my toes are like ice. Typing is keeping my hands warmed up but I keep making mistakes and deleting.Â
It’s been a quiet Friday so far. Even my most obnoxious class was pretty good. Why can’t my classroom have a fireplace?
Blasted Insomnia
The blankets are making me hot.
Now I’m cold.
Is the cat still inside?
I hear Rob snoring.
I can’t sleep.
There’s not enough room with 2 cats, me and Rob.
The dog is snoring.
I can’t sleep.
I’m going to be 35. 35.
That sounds old.
Maybe I’m pregnant and don’t know it.
How can Rob sleep right now?
I want to smother him with a pillow.
I want to get up and grade papers.
There’s so much to do before the 19th. The 19th.
We’re having a party the 19th.
We have so much to do.
Cleaning. Organizing. Cleaning.
Recipes to look over.
We need a maid.
And a gardener.
If he snores again I’m going to elbow him.
My legs are twitchy.
Sigh.
I need to start putting money in my TSA again.
I CANNOT SLEEP.
