I am sick, and miserable, and exhausted. But here I am, at work, trying to keep my spirits up. What I seriously hate most about being sick is that it completely ruins any fun that playing hooky from work would usually involve. Monday I left work early in the afternoon, feeling crappy ever since returning from lunch, and then didn’t go in at all yesterday. Well, I swear, yesterday was the most boring, uneventful, depressing day I have had ever. I thought it would be fun and relaxing to spend the day on the couch, watching movies and soap operas and Regis and Kelly. However, being as I was actually sick, I did not truely enjoy any of this. Simple tasks like changing the channel or getting up to fill my waterbottle took every ounce of motivation and energy in my body to accomplish. Sucky. What a waste of PTO.
I’m feeling a bit better today, and I have meetings this afternoon, so that is why I’m here.
So all the old men at my office are constantly striking up conversations with me about Garrision Keillor because I have one of those Dwight (from The Office) bobbleheads. I’ve always found it incredibly annoying having to try to explain why I would have a television show character’s bobblehead on my desk because none of them “get” The Office, but I had never actually taken the time to do a comparison of the two, and holy crap, the old guys are totally right. The resemblence is UNCANNY! Check it.
I just had to get out of the house last night, and since Dan had a fantasy football draft, I called up my mom to see if she wanted to go see a movie. So we saw Becoming Jane, which I was formerly on the fence about. I am a die-hard obsessor of all things Jane Austen, and Anne Hathaway just didn’t seem good enough for her, not to mention the fact that the trailers I had seen looked absolutely terrible. But of course I couldn’t not see it, and I’m glad we went, because it was pretty incredible. Now I want to go watch Pride and Prejudice, or even go read it again. Or rent the Colin Firth mini-series. Or all of the above. Swoon.
I’m going to a wedding this weekend in Sandusky, Ohio. I don’t know what there is to do in Sandusky, Ohio, but it should be interesting. We’re making the 14 hour drive in a coach bus driven by the friend or brother or cousin or neighbor or college roommate or something of someone related to someone related to Dan. We have entrusted this person with our lives. Scary. Also, we heard a rumor that there will be NO STOPS on the trip, which, if true, will be absolutely dreadful. How is this possible? So we’re supposed to pack lunches? And we’re supposed to poop in the little bathroom at the back of the bus? WHAT?!!! Also, drinking is allowed on the bus, and this side of the family is known for their sometimes “excessive” drinking habits. Case in point: our wedding. Not only did his uncle literally have some sort of table-war during dinner in which they threw around the little pink M&M’s we had spent hours carefully packaging in cute little white boxes which were carefully tied with cute little pink ribbons, but his cousin was actually drunk enough to pinch the bottoms of a few bridesmaids on the dance floor. So we will soon see what this weekend has in store for us. I’m sure the wedding will be beautiful, and I have a super cute dress that I bought at the beginning of the summer that I finally get to wear, I’m just a little nervous about getting there in once piece. We will see… dun dun dun.