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alonewiththemoon) wrote2008-10-01 03:42 pm
alonewiththemoon) wrote2008-10-01 03:42 pm
I gave up
and admitted that I was sick, and that I should listen when a doctor tells me to rest. So today I am home. I slept about ten and a half hours last night; I feel slightly yuckier today than yesterday, but maybe that's because I'm letting myself slow down enough to feel it. Hopefully a day of real rest will do the trick. I do have to do laundry today, though my brain is trying to convince me that it would be okay to wear pyjamas to work tomorrow. No, brain, it really wouldn't.
I feel like I had a bunch of things to update about, but they have all fled my head. There probably wasn't enough room for both the swollen sinuses and thoughts in there.
I dreamed that I was at a museum of urban myths and folklore, looking at different exhibits. I came to a grizzly bear sleeping in a snowbank and without thinking I patted it on the head, waking it up. I looked for the exhibit sign to tell me what to do, but there was no sign. I figured this meant it was the part of the museum where you have to work out the proper solution for yourself. I remembered reading somewhere that if you walked in a zigzag pattern, the bear would get confused and not follow you. I tried that, but the bear just attentively walked with me. I sat on the snowbank with the bear, petting it and talking to it, and thought maybe it would be okay if I just lay down in the snow with the bear. The bear was quite soft. On some level I was aware that it would probably mean either freezing to death or being eaten by the bear, who was now friendly but who knew about later, but it didn't really matter that much to me. I had a slightly sad sense of inevitability about it, but really it was okay. And there was the chance I wouldn't die anyway, though I knew I'd be changed either way.
I should not watch Grizzly Diaries before going to sleep.
Oh, I am making my debut at the Red Fez Saturday, Nov. 9. Let the anxiety commence!
I feel like I had a bunch of things to update about, but they have all fled my head. There probably wasn't enough room for both the swollen sinuses and thoughts in there.
I dreamed that I was at a museum of urban myths and folklore, looking at different exhibits. I came to a grizzly bear sleeping in a snowbank and without thinking I patted it on the head, waking it up. I looked for the exhibit sign to tell me what to do, but there was no sign. I figured this meant it was the part of the museum where you have to work out the proper solution for yourself. I remembered reading somewhere that if you walked in a zigzag pattern, the bear would get confused and not follow you. I tried that, but the bear just attentively walked with me. I sat on the snowbank with the bear, petting it and talking to it, and thought maybe it would be okay if I just lay down in the snow with the bear. The bear was quite soft. On some level I was aware that it would probably mean either freezing to death or being eaten by the bear, who was now friendly but who knew about later, but it didn't really matter that much to me. I had a slightly sad sense of inevitability about it, but really it was okay. And there was the chance I wouldn't die anyway, though I knew I'd be changed either way.
I should not watch Grizzly Diaries before going to sleep.
Oh, I am making my debut at the Red Fez Saturday, Nov. 9. Let the anxiety commence!