Sick as a dog
I am sick. I hate being sick when you have to get things done. When I am sick I think of only two things: being sick and sleeping in my bed. My already unfocused brain devolves further into a tunnel vision of sickness - with interruptions of pleas to get work done. For some reason I just cannot stay in bed and lounge around, I must get work done. So the end result is that I don't get better, and the work I do end up producing is crap. The sense of swimming in one's self is an acute feeling I cannot remove myself from.Trackback Pings
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Val says:
get well soon, teacher man. i hope you've got some proper tissues-- the kind
with lotion. those daap studio paper towels will take your nose right off.
Posted by: Val at October 27, 2002 2:48 AM #
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