| Monday, August 07, 2006 |
| ill-ish |
i have nothing to say. work was as dull as dull. i am not feeling so well in my gut. it started yesterday, and i think that i was poisoned at Maggie McFly's. Beloved worked on the girls' room a LOT today, and I .... sat at my computer at work. I watched a Web Cast on backdating of stock options, then typed up my notes to send off to a REAL lawyer, then gabbed with a friend, and then, at 4:42, went home. I sat on my couch listening to a book on tape for 2+ hours, then decided I was hungry (despite the upset stomach all day) and ordered a freaking PIZZA. I do not know where my brain was. When, pray tell, does a PIZZA make sense for someone who's feeling poorly? So, the cheese and the bread now sits in my stomach like a ROCK.
I feel like I'm just limping through this final week with no work, but my final paycheck sits at the end, beckoning me like the light at the end of the tunnel. I'm also limping through this final week of "life on hold," i.e., life with no daughters. They land on Saturday. Thing One is getting a little clingier via phone, email and google talk, and Thing Two doesn't want to hang up when we talk. So they're ready to come home, too.
Oh, and I got into Appellate Advocacy. I was the #2 person on the list. So, all is well with the world. Or at least it will be ... once my stomach repairs itself. |
posted by Zuska @ 9:49 PM   |
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