In which she remains lethargic
Jun. 7th, 2008 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zeborahThis is an annoying kind of lethargic where I feel perfectly fine up until the point where I'm half-way through the chill rain to the library, at which I decide I wanna go home. I don't go home because my books are due today and it's impossible to renew one's books; I believe they've even gone back to calling the "extended loan charges" an oldfashioned "fine".
So I returned my books and got new ones and decided to stay in the warm mall for a bit because The Warehouse had DVDs on special and I wanted to buy a card for a friend. Only it turns out that when I'm feeling tired I'm even less likely to buy anything because I don't have the energy to tell myself, "Yes, you really *do* want that and it really *is* a good price." (This is like how alcohol does not release my inner creativity, it only suppresses my ability to suppress the Internal Editor.)
I did manage to get some juice, a Danish and some lollies from the supermarket, but I fled when my disquiet at the gradual dismantling of the pick 'n' mix grew ever more anxious, wan, with every additional "Special" sticker I saw. Fortunately the brand spanking new equipment at the cash registers relieved any lingering paranoiac fears that They were secretly closing down the entire supermarket.
On the way home I fancied that the rain was rather thick and white. Gradually I became aware that it was in fact snow. O Antarctica, why?
If I call in sick again on Monday I'll miss the 'on-track chat' with my boss, which would be good because I haven't been in long enough since we set the appointment to prepare for it. But most likely I'll feel good enough to go until I've been there for two or three hours and am looking forward with dread to the rest of a long week. Gah. Dear body: sick or not sick; make up your mind.
Hmm. I don't appear to have a tag for "wangst". Shall I add one? Too lethargic to decide.
So I returned my books and got new ones and decided to stay in the warm mall for a bit because The Warehouse had DVDs on special and I wanted to buy a card for a friend. Only it turns out that when I'm feeling tired I'm even less likely to buy anything because I don't have the energy to tell myself, "Yes, you really *do* want that and it really *is* a good price." (This is like how alcohol does not release my inner creativity, it only suppresses my ability to suppress the Internal Editor.)
I did manage to get some juice, a Danish and some lollies from the supermarket, but I fled when my disquiet at the gradual dismantling of the pick 'n' mix grew ever more anxious, wan, with every additional "Special" sticker I saw. Fortunately the brand spanking new equipment at the cash registers relieved any lingering paranoiac fears that They were secretly closing down the entire supermarket.
On the way home I fancied that the rain was rather thick and white. Gradually I became aware that it was in fact snow. O Antarctica, why?
If I call in sick again on Monday I'll miss the 'on-track chat' with my boss, which would be good because I haven't been in long enough since we set the appointment to prepare for it. But most likely I'll feel good enough to go until I've been there for two or three hours and am looking forward with dread to the rest of a long week. Gah. Dear body: sick or not sick; make up your mind.
Hmm. I don't appear to have a tag for "wangst". Shall I add one? Too lethargic to decide.
