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Oct. 11th, 2005 01:27 amI think I'm in that part of being sick where it's not horrible, but it's persistent. Like one minute I feel all crappy, then I feel great the next.
After spending most of Sunday just hanging out at home trying to relax, I went downtown to hang out with some people for dinner; Jason's cousin Donna was in town so we had dinner at Jason's place, those two, Drew, and me. Drew gave me back my Flogging Molly CD that I lent him "for a night, right?" a month ago. (The upshot is that lending it to him got it out of constant repeat in my car, and instead, I've had Belle and Sebastian's album "Dear Catastrophe Waitress" on constant repeat for the past month instead!) I was really very out of it and doped up on cough syrup, but we managed to play a game of Alhambra anyway, which I somehow won. We also solved this 5x5 soma cube puzzle thingy that Drew had custom-made. It had letters on the sides when you solved it properly, and spelled something, but I shouldn't give it away in case he makes anyone else I know try to solve it.
Today, I went to work, and now Jack is sick, but he says that he probly caught the cold from someone else, so I shouldn't feel bad. I was still kind of brain-fuzzy but I did get a few things done.
After work, I decided I might as well go to choir because even if I couldn't really sing, I still needed to find out what changes he was making to the music. I sang at half-strength for most of the rehearsal, except when they did "Their Sound Has Gone Out", where I couldn't help but belt a lot of the tenor solo lines. It just feels so *good*, if you know what I mean.
And after choir, I went weight-lifting anyway, but I also took it easy there -- didn't do any cardio, and skipped one or two things, and didn't up the weights on the cable row and press like I'd meant to this week. I ran into Eddie from the weekly volleyball games, as he was also lifting. He commended me on my fashion sense.
And now my throat feels a little sore. I think I'll take it easy tomorrow.
After spending most of Sunday just hanging out at home trying to relax, I went downtown to hang out with some people for dinner; Jason's cousin Donna was in town so we had dinner at Jason's place, those two, Drew, and me. Drew gave me back my Flogging Molly CD that I lent him "for a night, right?" a month ago. (The upshot is that lending it to him got it out of constant repeat in my car, and instead, I've had Belle and Sebastian's album "Dear Catastrophe Waitress" on constant repeat for the past month instead!) I was really very out of it and doped up on cough syrup, but we managed to play a game of Alhambra anyway, which I somehow won. We also solved this 5x5 soma cube puzzle thingy that Drew had custom-made. It had letters on the sides when you solved it properly, and spelled something, but I shouldn't give it away in case he makes anyone else I know try to solve it.
Today, I went to work, and now Jack is sick, but he says that he probly caught the cold from someone else, so I shouldn't feel bad. I was still kind of brain-fuzzy but I did get a few things done.
After work, I decided I might as well go to choir because even if I couldn't really sing, I still needed to find out what changes he was making to the music. I sang at half-strength for most of the rehearsal, except when they did "Their Sound Has Gone Out", where I couldn't help but belt a lot of the tenor solo lines. It just feels so *good*, if you know what I mean.
And after choir, I went weight-lifting anyway, but I also took it easy there -- didn't do any cardio, and skipped one or two things, and didn't up the weights on the cable row and press like I'd meant to this week. I ran into Eddie from the weekly volleyball games, as he was also lifting. He commended me on my fashion sense.
And now my throat feels a little sore. I think I'll take it easy tomorrow.
