Monday-itis

Sick.

Headache was so bad I could barely think straight, which made me both dizzy and nauseous. And then the cough that made me feel like my headache was going to explode out of the top of my head. Unfortunate to have both a cough and a migraine at the same time. But the nausea could have been caused by the host of deliciously bad things I ate over the weekend, which included dark chocolate fudge brownies and parmesan garlic breadsticks... I only eat these things once in blue moon, and after this weekend, I don't ever want to see another brownie or parmesan garlic breadstick again.

No work for me. No way. I still feel like somebody massaged my brain with a powerful electromagnet, whatever that's supposed to mean. Mama just called, she's been sick too. She worries about me even though I remind her that I'll be 30 in just four years. She and my dad came over this afternoon when I woke up, bearing sushi and soup from my favorite restaurant. <3 We chatted for awhile, and then my dad had to get back to work.

I had a cleaning frenzy this afternoon - I mopped the kitchen floor, dusted the entire apartment, scrubbed the shower and bathroom floor, and bleached the toilet and sink. I think I'm unconsciously trying to dispel the not entirely unpleasant but certainly weird childhood flashback feeling of being home sick on a really nice day. On those days, I was aware of the fact that if I'd been man enough to stick it out feeling unwell at school, I would have been able to come home and play outside - albeit in a subdued way, but without the feeling that I missed something. That's how I feel today. I've been working long enough that being at home in the middle of the day feels slightly odd and creepy. Like the sky is too blue, and the birds are singing a little too happily, and the low-frequency hum of the friendly neighborhood nuclear reactor just around the block is a little bit more ominous than usual...