|Sick, Tired, Grumpy
||[May. 21st, 2006|06:02 pm]
International Bon Vivant and Raconteur
Tired. I slept until noon today and it wasn't enough. I haven't been able to shake this cold I brought back with me from San Francisco. While I'm generally feeling a lot better than I was earlier this week, my voice still sounds funny, I'm still blowing my nose a lot, and I'm still at an incredibly low energy level. (However, I must give props to Mucinex. They have the world's stupidest commercials, with those dancing snot people, but the drug works. Normally I'd be hacking up a lung by now, but I'm not. Go Mucinex! Just get rid of those dumbass commercials, please.)|
To make matters even more fun, today is my only day off until June. We had a scheduling emergency at the store, and I'm working every day from tomorrow until June 2 to cover shifts. (The good news: Overtime might wind up paying for my San Francisco trip. The bad news: Writing time? What writing time?)
Actually, most of the shifts are day shifts, which means I might still have time to write in the evenings. Provided I have the energy. Even when I'm not sick, I rarely seem to be able to write all night after working all day anymore. I tell you, I'm half the man I used to be. Back in my 20s, I could work 9 to 5, come home, write until bedtime, then get up and do it all over again. Now? Exactly the same as above, except replace "write until bedtime" with "collapse in front of the TV until bedtime."
Anyway, the moral of this story is to consider me basically unavailable until June.