A Smattering

It just occurred to me as I wrote the word "smattering" as the title of this post that it could conceivably be one of those words which, like "moist" and "panties" and "ooze" to me, gives people the freak-outs and makes them want to throw up. If this applies to you, I'm sorry.

I'm also sorry that because yesterday was a crappy day and today is a catch-up day, I don't have the energy, time, or creativity to write any semblance of a real post. So here's a smattering {really sorry} of things I have to talk about on this Wednesdayest of Wednesdays.

Yesterday, Tuesday, started when, at 2:00 a.m., I was woken from a sweet slumber my usual 6ish hours of tossing and turning by a pain in my chest that quickly evolved into extreme nausea which then became a two-hour episode of.. well, what nausea makes you do.

So I took a sick day yesterday. I hate taking sick days. The last time I took a sick day was in January 2013 and even then it was just half a sick day. My company doesn't distinguish between sick time and vacation time — it's just all paid time off, and we get a decent amount each year, but they don't roll over. So I hoard that shit. Not that I have any set-in-stone plans for #vaca this year... but last year I hoarded my PTO and didn't come into my office from December 19, 2013 to January 4, 2014. It was a happy holiday indeed.

So anyway, now I'm back at my desk and, because Monday was the first day in I don't know how long that I didn't bring my work computer home with me, because that's of course the way things go, I'm catching up on all the words I should have written yesterday. {It's a lot.} I'm scheduled tightly enough as it is — missing a whole day was NOT in the plan

The worst part is that I didn't get to run yesterday and I had plans for a good one, and though I felt better after I got it all out of my system {ugh} and slept a bit, the nausea still came in waves for most of yesterday afternoon. So the height of my productivity for the day was catching up on 2.5 episodes of Glee — but I still have 1.5 to go. 

Well, no, probably the worst part is that I have a ton of work to catch up on. {Let's not point out the fact that I'm taking time out of my workday to write this post and then go comment on some of your blogs. We're going to pretend that's not relevant. It keeps me sane, okay?}

Also, this is what's happening in my ears right now.

Ghost Man On Third by Taking Back Sunday on Grooveshark

Yeah, I dunno, it's a weird day. A Tuesday sick day is throwing me all out of whack. Remind me to ask my chiropractor if there's anything he can do about that when I go see him tonight.

Oh and I'm just going to casually mention that I'm turning 25 on Saturday and I'm not freaking out at all I'm trying to keep my mini-freakout on the quiet side, an endeavor at which I believe I'm actually semi-succeeding. Go. Me.

If you've made it this far, you deserve a prize. And here it is: I'm done pretending I have blogworthy things to say for the day. YOU'RE FREE! Anywhoodles, I'll see ya tomorrow or something.


  1. I'm tellin ya, go rent a car. It will make 25 better. I hope you're feeling better! Sick days in the middle of the week are the worst, well sick days suck any way. but in the middle of the week it throws everything off.

    smattering doesn't bother me. but my God is moist the worst word EVER.


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