What a difference a day makes
Mar. 3rd, 2008 08:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gogmagogYou know how good a mood I was in yesterday?
Today was the exact opposite. (You know it's a bad sign when you find the week already making you want to stab yourself in the brain with a Q-tip, and it's only Monday.)
Of course we had our paper topic mini-bibs today, and I feel like mine completely blew and that the prof was only mildly lukewarm about it. I went to talk to her afterwards to make an appointment for Monday, by which time hopefully it will no longer suck. Then I had to deal with my Rhetoric class, who were fine but I really didn't want to have to be "on" to teach when all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep, or read something mindless.
Then, after making a dash to the Co-op after office hours for "backup bread" in case mine totally blew (as I hadn't sampled any, wanting to have pristine bread for class this evening), I went to my German class; promptly five minutes in, suddenly a migraine (well, a sinus headache, but it hurts just as bad as the genuine migraines I used to have) started to assail my head. After over an hour and a half of German class with what feels like a baby is teething on the back of my right eyeball, I had to beg off once the actual meal bit started (close to 8, the time class lets out). I think everyone thought I was just being antisocial, and using a headache as an excuse, but really, I had no appetite because my eye just hurt so much I was feeling nauseous and wondering if I'd have to make a run to the restroom in the middle of class to puke.
On the way home, still feeling hurty and queasy and generally crappy, I came to my street. Just having to face the treacherous ice-covered sidewalks on my block actually caused me to start crying in frustration. Now, this is not normal for me, so I can only assume I'm coming down with some kind of plague; usually for a day or two before I get sick with some horrible illness, I'm fussy, whiny, and just generally in a bad mood (at least according to my parents). I also tend to get frustrated easily and cry easily. I tried to keep the whiny bitching to a minimum today...not sure I succeeded.
Now I am going to take some Aleve and try to get some blessed unconsciousness before I have to get up tomorrow and do it all over again. I took pictures of the breads before I took them in, so expect that to go up sometime tomorrow when I have time; I imagine reports of their tastiness or lack thereof will follow after my next German class, since I didn't actually get a chance to sample them myself. D:
Edit: Aaaand my desk chair just broke. Time to go to bed and hope tomorrow will go better. D:
Today was the exact opposite. (You know it's a bad sign when you find the week already making you want to stab yourself in the brain with a Q-tip, and it's only Monday.)
Of course we had our paper topic mini-bibs today, and I feel like mine completely blew and that the prof was only mildly lukewarm about it. I went to talk to her afterwards to make an appointment for Monday, by which time hopefully it will no longer suck. Then I had to deal with my Rhetoric class, who were fine but I really didn't want to have to be "on" to teach when all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep, or read something mindless.
Then, after making a dash to the Co-op after office hours for "backup bread" in case mine totally blew (as I hadn't sampled any, wanting to have pristine bread for class this evening), I went to my German class; promptly five minutes in, suddenly a migraine (well, a sinus headache, but it hurts just as bad as the genuine migraines I used to have) started to assail my head. After over an hour and a half of German class with what feels like a baby is teething on the back of my right eyeball, I had to beg off once the actual meal bit started (close to 8, the time class lets out). I think everyone thought I was just being antisocial, and using a headache as an excuse, but really, I had no appetite because my eye just hurt so much I was feeling nauseous and wondering if I'd have to make a run to the restroom in the middle of class to puke.
On the way home, still feeling hurty and queasy and generally crappy, I came to my street. Just having to face the treacherous ice-covered sidewalks on my block actually caused me to start crying in frustration. Now, this is not normal for me, so I can only assume I'm coming down with some kind of plague; usually for a day or two before I get sick with some horrible illness, I'm fussy, whiny, and just generally in a bad mood (at least according to my parents). I also tend to get frustrated easily and cry easily. I tried to keep the whiny bitching to a minimum today...not sure I succeeded.
Now I am going to take some Aleve and try to get some blessed unconsciousness before I have to get up tomorrow and do it all over again. I took pictures of the breads before I took them in, so expect that to go up sometime tomorrow when I have time; I imagine reports of their tastiness or lack thereof will follow after my next German class, since I didn't actually get a chance to sample them myself. D:
Edit: Aaaand my desk chair just broke. Time to go to bed and hope tomorrow will go better. D:
