must stay signed out of facebook today. feel like atreyu's horse sinking to death in the never ending story swap. "artaxxxxx!" (wink @ erin for the x's) (wink at mallie for the NES reference) (wink at nicole so she doesn't feel left out) (wink at myself and finally realize what an idiot i'm being)
i wore a heavy backpack yesterday. fine. today, walking around my apt, getting ready for midday hulu yoga, i glanced @ the vicadin and considered how many months its been since i popped one. so many. then. within five min, my left neck seizes up and i cant turn my head. i do a few easy standing yoga poses in my living room anyway. in denial. then i ice for a little. go for a walk around the block. drink a cup of coffee @ jacob's on the corner. and now i'm icing again, terrified i'm gonna have to resort to a muscle relaxer which will completely decapitate my day. my aiming to be productive independent work day. eff. (i don't even know how to spell independent. that is suggestive i think.)
so i'm announcing my dilemma, hoping that the positive energy from (where do we even live now, since procrasti is in the past?)... here... will give me the will to truck on through the pain & narcotize later.
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I was on Vicodin for about a week last year and I would marvel about how it wasn't making me loopy at all and then do stuff like drive past my own house. I decided I was fine to work from home and then I could never remember what work I did and I would find strange little nonsensical emails from myself.
ReplyDeletewow, cole, that sounds like crazy town / your normal life.
ReplyDeleteOMG! this totally worked!!! ever since i signed in, i have been on task. for like 12 hours (with generous meal and sanity breaks). i normally would have seen my injury as an opportunity to "check out," but instead, i manned up. wait, i don't like that term. i ladied up. why does that sound sexual? i girl'd up. why does that sound like primping? eff! how unfeminine is getting work done? not ok... i went into labor? LOL. well, it'll do for now. my feminist feathers are duly ruffled tho...
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