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This is a post about how tired I am. It is not edifying in any way.
I stole someone's parking spot at school when I arrived for fencing practice. I could plead lame excuses, but none really justify such lazy behavior. I suppressed pangs of guilt and compensated by vowing never to do it again.
A beginner at fencing practice asked if I was okay. "You look so sad. We're gonna be fencing in a couple of minutes!" My head hurt too much to really argue with him.
All we varsity members did was teach the beginners how to attack. But I still felt vaguely nauseated. I still feel vaguely nauseated and my head hurts.
I have no energy.
I don't feel like eating anymore.
So I don't cook.
I eventually eat unappetizing mish-mash.
And then I don't feel like eating anymore.
And I have no energy.
So I go to bed even though I can't sleep.
Posted by funke at 17.10.06 0:17 | TrackBack | Posted to Introspective AnalysisYou poor thing! Now I'll have to read some of your earlier posts to make sure you haven't turned all depressed since I last saw you. :)
Posted by: Melissa at 17.10.06 5:36Hang in there!
Eating well=more energy=better work=happier grad student.
There are a lot of frozen dinners-like lean cuisine or healthy choice--out there these days that are pretty healthy (good protein and lots of vegetables) and taste good, of course not as good as homemade and a little more expensive, but sometimes you just don't want to cook. But you do need to eat! Or sometimes I'll make myself a protein shake for breakfast (or lunch) when I just can't face making something.
Or you could get some healthy and inexpensive take-out, like at a hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant (not so hole-in-the-wall that you get food poisoning!), and eat it over a couple of nights. That's pretty much how my husband survived for years as a bachelor with zero cooking skills!
Augh, this is starting to look like a "mom" post.
Posted by: Joanna at 17.10.06 12:37I LOVE mom posts! I really do.
I remember being really ill in Oxford once and the scout came in take out the trash and clean the washroom sink and asked me if I was okay. I remember thinking "If it hadn't been cleaning day, I could have died here and no one would have noticed." So I appreciate being mothered with attention/advice. It's that and not the chicken soup that makes the body better.
:)
Posted by: funke at 17.10.06 12:55Yes! I sound like Thom Yorke!!!!
My life is complete.
I mean, my life is horrible and I think I'll crawl under the covers--wait, they're crawling over me--no, I'm being eaten by creepy coverlets. No, no, no, let go. I'm gonna eat you alive, I'm gonna eat you alive...
Posted by: funke at 18.10.06 10:25