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Oct. 15th, 2009 12:03 pmI woke this morning to find I am still sick, but as I took Friday and Monday off I really need to show up for a few consecutive days at work, so here I am.
I took another decongestant, because really the only thing wrong with me is my exploding sinuses, I'm not feverish or achy or anything. I didn't realise that now that I'm thirty, decongestants actually give me the nausea they always warned they would. So I was sitting on the train, miserably reminding myself that it's only two blocks from the station to my building, I can make it two blocks and then there's a Balance bar in my desk I can eat to help with the nausea, when the conductor came over the loudspeaker.
There was a "medical emergency" at the State Street station this morning, which I can only imagine is code for "suicide by train", because I can't think of any other medical emergency short of bioterrorism that would actually shut down the subway and force the trains to re-route over the elevated tracks. As a result of the re-route, I got off the train about eight blocks from work, instead of two. I have never been happier to survive the walk to work.
In other news, I have decided to admit to something this year: I don't know what Yuletide is, in a fannish sense. Some kind of fic fest, apparently? All I know is that somewhere around mid-December everyone I know has Yuletide stress every year. So I will not be signing up for Yuletide, though I thank you for your inquiries.
Last night I found my old disc-film camera, the second camera I owned and the first that didn't have a cartoon character theme. Disc film isn't even made anymore, hasn't been for ten years, and the camera is pretty elderly, so I took it apart for parts, which was kind of fun. Got a few gears for my Steampunk box, and got to see how all the little plastic bits intersected.
And also stabbed myself with a pair of pliers, yes.
ETA: Guys, that wasn't actually a request to know more about Yuletide. I love you, but please stop defining it for me now. :D
I took another decongestant, because really the only thing wrong with me is my exploding sinuses, I'm not feverish or achy or anything. I didn't realise that now that I'm thirty, decongestants actually give me the nausea they always warned they would. So I was sitting on the train, miserably reminding myself that it's only two blocks from the station to my building, I can make it two blocks and then there's a Balance bar in my desk I can eat to help with the nausea, when the conductor came over the loudspeaker.
There was a "medical emergency" at the State Street station this morning, which I can only imagine is code for "suicide by train", because I can't think of any other medical emergency short of bioterrorism that would actually shut down the subway and force the trains to re-route over the elevated tracks. As a result of the re-route, I got off the train about eight blocks from work, instead of two. I have never been happier to survive the walk to work.
In other news, I have decided to admit to something this year: I don't know what Yuletide is, in a fannish sense. Some kind of fic fest, apparently? All I know is that somewhere around mid-December everyone I know has Yuletide stress every year. So I will not be signing up for Yuletide, though I thank you for your inquiries.
Last night I found my old disc-film camera, the second camera I owned and the first that didn't have a cartoon character theme. Disc film isn't even made anymore, hasn't been for ten years, and the camera is pretty elderly, so I took it apart for parts, which was kind of fun. Got a few gears for my Steampunk box, and got to see how all the little plastic bits intersected.
And also stabbed myself with a pair of pliers, yes.
ETA: Guys, that wasn't actually a request to know more about Yuletide. I love you, but please stop defining it for me now. :D