Emerging from Muck

Have had the stomach flu, a paper to write, and much research to do. It has been a busy few days, and I am weaker for it.

Plus, I am still fighting for my scholarship and am nearing the point when I scream my bloody head off, stand up on someone's desk, and start kicking papers around (not necessarily in that order). Seriously, I am in a financial crisis from these people, and they are giving me the run around and flat out lying and have been since April. That's the only way to put it. My only solace is to imagine punching them in the face repeatedly and then doing that little Zohan finger and foot thing: Smell it, smell it, smell it. Now take it! That's for you!

So today I was able to eat some broth and a potato. This thing is going around. Basically, you are fine, and then you get a massive headache and begin throwing up in the middle of the night for about an hour. The next day, you feel like a truck ran over you, and then you get to repeat it the next night. Luckily, it only lasts 48 hours. The sad thing is that I had made this divine little casserole, and I cannot even look at it bc, well, I'll spare you the details. Ugh. And I just can't afford to throw good food away. Sigh. Maybe I'll freeze it.

And then, as expected, I'm dancing the red tape tango with the tech school I taught at for a stint last year, W2 (or 4, which is it) wise. Blugga!

And yes, I still should rant about my landlord, but I just don't have the strength to do the post justice.

A tame new year

Sadly, I won't have anything exciting to post about tomorrow because due to the flu, I am having a tame new year this year. I've spent the last 3 days in bed or on my couch and haven't seen or felt daylight. You know that feeling when you've been doing burnouts, and you are just about to drop the weights from exhaustion? That's how my entire body feels.

Tonight I'm going to try to go out to dinner and then will toast Dick Clark with a shot of Nyquil. Cheers all!

The death of the flu and procrastination

I have been beaten by the flu, drawn and quartered and left to die on the couch. But I survived, and I am back, cranky as ever! Seriously, Wednesday and Thursday were spent in bed ALL day. Friday I spent on the couch, and Saturday, after a Zpack shock and a corticosteroid shot, I was able to sit up on the couch. Yesterday, I ventured out into the sunlight, and it didn't burn my skin, so I'm ok. The mucus monsters are still partying, but the Zpack will kill them soon, if it doesn't make me puke first.

So what am I doing on Monday, my normal day off? Taking care of business, my friends. I called Ike who is going to fix my cracked windshield (yes, the one that's been cracked since 1997). I called a lawyer who is going to take care of that insurance scam that's been hounding me since 1999 and am meeting with them at 2. I am communicating with Tech about fellowships and PhD possiblities in human development and family studies.

Cranky's gettin' stuff done!