martinemonster

Life is difficult. Last week, I was so tired from work that I didn't know what to do and the bags under my eyes got bags of their own. The solution I found for this was a new schedule where I go to bed before eleven each night. And I've actually managed to follow this new schedule.

So why am I still tired?

Today, I've been so dizzy I've nearly fallen over, I'm hot and cold, my eyes feel like someone rubbed them raw with sandpaper and I can hardly type anymore. I end up slouching in my chair, blogging instead of doing all the stuff I have in my to-do-list. This is not good, people. Advice please?

Do you ever sit at work and then suddenly go "man, I'd kill for potato chips?".

I do (and would)

I've been flirting with the idea of giving up coffee. Clever minds have told me it's addictive and unhealthy, and I've found myself agreeing. Of course, I do a lot of other stuff that's much more unhealthy, like drinking every weekend and eating cake, but quitting coffee is much less hassle than the immense lifestyle changes the other two would entail, so I figured I'd start there.

Until, this morning, as I headed off for work and passed the open bakery right by my flat. The moment I smelled the coffee I was enticed and I found myself entering the bakery (which was a good idea since I hadn't had time to eat breakfast and there was no food at work). I bought a morning cup of coffee even though I wasn't supposed to be drinking coffee in the mornings anymore and from the moment I held it in my hand I knew. This is something I don't want to give up. The smell of it. The feel of the warm paper cup in my hand as I rush to work. That first sip of the perfectly brewed coffee. It's heaven. I think I might give up chocolate before I give up coffee. Hell, I'd probably give up alcohol for coffee.

*bliss*

I went to work today. In hindsight it might have been a bad idea since I'm still feverish and I probably infected everyone at the office, but it was really nice. sjokoladepiken was there too and we smuggled coffee into the back room and drank it in the slow moments(my boss has a crazy idea that the smell of coffee might give patients headaches or something). I ended up staying too long though, and when I got home at 3.30 I was completely beat. And I'm still beat. My head is splitting and I just got out of bed. I'm wearing pajamas and trying to muster the energy to get my stuff out of the basement so I can pack for this larp I'm going to tomorrow morning while watching tv and trying to help sjokoladepiken fix today's till. So far I've been on the phone with her for 22 minutes and we still haven't figured out why the stupid system doesn't want to let us change the tiny tiny little fucking mistake that we pinpointed. Gah! So annoying.

I think I'm going to make dinner before I start packing. Pancakes with soy milk. It could be a good idea, right? (hoping desperately that pancakes without milk will be good) Only 12 hours to go before the larp...

I'm getting a cold. Or, to be more precise, I've been getting a cold for more than a week now. I'm fighting it in the old-fashioned way of the Svanevikian clan; by ignoring it and going to work of course. And it's been working out pretty good. I'm dead tired, my throat is sore and I have headaches and dizzy spells all the time, but I'm not completely dead yet. But I'm not completely recovered either, and now, there's only a few days left before the larp I've been looking forward to for ages and I really don't wanna be sick while I'm there.

So what should I do?

I'm a strong believer in the helpfulness of working in stressful working environments so I'm going to continue doing that, but I need more good tips. Right now, the only thing my body seems to be telling me is that I would get massively better if I eat an enormous amount of chocolate and wasabi peas. I kid you not, I have an intense craving for dark chocolate and wasabi coated green peas. Preferably together. And I cannot shake it. Should I listen to my body? Is it telling me the truth, or is this some sort of sick joke where I eat everything it tells me to and I still get sick? It seems like something my body would do... Do you guys have other good tips on how to shake a cold that does not include resting ('cause I really don't have time for that guys)?

*fingers crossed*

I'm more than halfway with my report (and it's longer than a well diggers ass), I'm getting a bad cold and I'm bored to death. I've also canceled all my fun stuff for this evening (as well) just so I can get this thing over with. I am so tired of this now. And thus, a meme for you.

I think it's safe to say that I won this meme, and I didn't even cheat:



Now, if only the part about the secret job with the huge paycheck was true...

Oh, and isn't this excellent or what?


Harry Potter Personality Quiz by Pirate Monkeys Inc.

Do you guys ever wake up realizing that the day ahead is going to be really hard to get through? Not because you're sad, or because you have way too much to do, just because you're really tired? It feels like I'm moving around in jelly. I've already gulped down 2 cups of coffee, and both eaten breakfast and a small power bar in the hopes that it would wake me up, but it still feels like I'm trying to force my fingers to move against a higher purpose of crap.

I figured I'd tell you guys about my weekend to warm them up, and then keep going with my ridiculous pile of old newspapers.

( on birthday parties, housewarming parties and larp making )

I'm totally unfocused today. Either it's because my two favourite gmailchat-partners: sandchigger and sortkatt have both logged off, or it's because I've spent too many days in a row doing exactly the same thing. Either way, I keep having trouble focusing on the screen today, and it's terribly frustrating seeing as I don't really have that much time left to finish this. I of course decided to take a test, and I liked the result:


Which File Extension are You?

I also got assaulted-ish by a raving drug addict on my way to work this morning who grabbed a hold of my skirt, refused to let go and tried to kiss me with his puss-covered mouth. Very disgusting.

But the sun is shining and the radio played "the radio has expressed concerns about what you did last night", which is an okay song with a fabulous title, so I've decided not to let the potential crappyness of today get me down.

Only one hour left till lunch!

You know the saying "drowning in work"? Well, I wouldn't say that my head is completely below water yet, but I'm up to my nose in it. And though I like to say that I'm a person who loves stress and having lots to do, this is a little too much for me, sad to say.

I'm just telling you guys this in case I completely stop answering phone calls the next few weeks. It's not 'cause I don't love you, I'm just swamped.

I'm losing my concentration, and realizing at the same time that I read too slowly. I need to start skimming the newspapers, but so far, I haven't been able to. This means that I'm both unfocused and behind schedule, which is a bad situation. On the other hand, I had a 2 hours lunch break so I should be good to go now. Here's to hoping!

(Comments would be nice though, I mean, here I am, alone in a quiet room filled with stranger, constantly pressing F5 in the hope that someone will say something to me, and nobody does. It makes a girl sad...)

Also, I wish newspapers today had these headlines: "I denne skjebnesvangre tid er solidaritet og samhold en bydende plikt for arbeiderklassen" (In these dark times solidarity and togetherness must be a duty for the entire working class). Doesn't it make you all warm inside?