||[Feb. 18th, 2006|03:33 pm]
|||||sick (and tired of it)||]|
Wow, what a silly pessimist I was to think we would be home at 1am.
It was almost 2.
Stayed in bed until 11, just took an hour-long hot bath, still feel like warmed-over crap-on-a-stick. I haven't beeen able to get anything done. Headache, body ache, sore throat, yes, but most of all just weak. Like I've been dragged behind a car for a couple days. We have opera tickets for tonight, but it's gonna be hell sitting through Romeo et Juliet - the first act is an hour and 45 minutes. A long, late night for the physically impaired. Whee.
Driving home with Amy was entertaining, though. She was making up songs incorporating all the road signs, and then we got to talking about school. Last semester in English they read Jakc London's The Call of the Wild. I asked her what she thought of it, remembering her sister's hysterical sobs through a good deal of the story.
"Yeah," she said ruefully. "After the second chapter I went to the teacher and asked her if the whole book was a long doggie snuff film."
The teacher apparently laughed almost as hard as I did.