I am tired.
I want to write a good blog post, but I have lost all my good words. I can only think of ten-dollar words which in these days of inflation don’t mean that much anymore, and I’d use them wrong anyway because I am TIRED and I don’t even use forty-cent words right when I’m this tired.
Sixty hours worked in five days plus ten hours of commuting.
Only two more hours to go, and then I have three days off, hahlay-LOO-jeh.
Also, I am irritated.
I am irritated that I am at work during the Super Bowl (although I am on a shift-trade that I agreed to, so it’s my own damn fault). I would very much like to be home watching the game from my couch. As it is, I am trying to ignore the TV in here (they’ve nicely turned it way down for me, and I’m sitting as far from it as I possibly can), because my brother-in-law is going to wait on watching the game until I’m home tonight. We’re going to catch up with Tivo. But it is not the same, is it?
I am also irritated that I am reacting yet again to something. All itchy, my eye swollen, bumps on my arms. I ate some dip earlier that I’ve had before, only to learn that it was made with all low-fat ingredients this time. Low-fat mayo, low-fat cheese…. Low-fat equals chemicals and crap, and something that makes me want to rub my back all up and down my chair like a bear rubbing against a tree. Can’t take Benadryl — too tired, need to be able to drive for an hour after work. It’s not life-threatening, no lip/tongue swelling, just irritating.
I hope I can stay awake tonight to watch the game. Bah. Not even grumps, but just meh. I was talking to Lala on the phone earlier today, (I’ve seen her for a grand total of about eleven minutes this week) and I said something brilliant like, "Bleh."
She said, "What?"
I said, "I don’t know….. I just….. I’m….."
She said, "You’re tired and you don’t feel right."
Yes, that exactly, only I was too tired to figure that out.
I don’t want to knit. I don’t want to eat. I don’t want to edit (but I AM pleased that I’ve been progressing well with my re-write I’m working on — just don’t wanna right now). Less than two hours left. Can’t come soon enough.
And Celia’s having Super-Duper International Galactic Pajama Day. So is Erika. Man. Sigh. I hope they have some fun for me.
Oh! A reader (thanks Sharon!) just alerted me that today I’m in the Chicago Tribune! With my hot water bottle cozy pattern! I feel much better now. Yay! (It’s funny, though. I usually tell people that I’ve been knitting for 30 years and that I learned at age 5. That sounds cool. The article just says I’ve been knitting for 30 years. That sounds quite different, I think.)