Whine, whine, whine...and also new shoes.
May. 19th, 2006 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fairjennetRight now, I should be in the campground at the Castle Renaissance Fair, living blissfully among people who would never even think to gripe at me about my lack of
1. a haircut
2. health insurance
3. more money
4. a house.
Instead, I am stuck here at my grandmother's house. Said grandmother nagged me about all of the above before the sun even managed to climb a respectable distance into the sky this morning. Like normal. The only escape is driving to the fair on the weekends. I don't even mind the twelve hour journeys in a van with no air conditioning.
Last weekend, it was a gorgeous couple of days: the sun shone, the breeze was gentle, and the people came out in droves. I got to experience it for about five minutes. The rest of the time I spent lying on the bed in the hotel room, delirious with fever. Every time I managed to drift off to sleep, my five year old would jump on my head while giggling in that really high pitch that can only be achieved by small children and specially manufactured dog whistles.
It only got worse when we came home. My grandmother caught the stupid cold, which just opened up a bag of worry. I'm staying here this weekend to take care of her. Part of me feels really guilty about giving her the germ. Feeling sorry for her is starting to wear thin, though. She whines even more than I do.
I'm so tired of being sick.
Speaking of feeling like yesterday's chicken dinner (stuffed, overcooked, and accidentally left out on the kitchen counter to rot), I think I need to apologize to all of the people I chatted with a couple of nights ago. I was still feverish then and may have said things that I normally wouldn't have. So, if I whined about feeling like crap/insulted you/ or promised to give you money...... I'm sorry/ extremely apologetic/ or lying.
In other news, I got a great mother's day present. If these aren’t the coolest bedroom slippers in the entire history of the world, at least they qualify as the coolest bedroom slippers in the entire history of my feet.
1. a haircut
2. health insurance
3. more money
4. a house.
Instead, I am stuck here at my grandmother's house. Said grandmother nagged me about all of the above before the sun even managed to climb a respectable distance into the sky this morning. Like normal. The only escape is driving to the fair on the weekends. I don't even mind the twelve hour journeys in a van with no air conditioning.
Last weekend, it was a gorgeous couple of days: the sun shone, the breeze was gentle, and the people came out in droves. I got to experience it for about five minutes. The rest of the time I spent lying on the bed in the hotel room, delirious with fever. Every time I managed to drift off to sleep, my five year old would jump on my head while giggling in that really high pitch that can only be achieved by small children and specially manufactured dog whistles.
It only got worse when we came home. My grandmother caught the stupid cold, which just opened up a bag of worry. I'm staying here this weekend to take care of her. Part of me feels really guilty about giving her the germ. Feeling sorry for her is starting to wear thin, though. She whines even more than I do.
I'm so tired of being sick.
Speaking of feeling like yesterday's chicken dinner (stuffed, overcooked, and accidentally left out on the kitchen counter to rot), I think I need to apologize to all of the people I chatted with a couple of nights ago. I was still feverish then and may have said things that I normally wouldn't have. So, if I whined about feeling like crap/insulted you/ or promised to give you money...... I'm sorry/ extremely apologetic/ or lying.
In other news, I got a great mother's day present. If these aren’t the coolest bedroom slippers in the entire history of the world, at least they qualify as the coolest bedroom slippers in the entire history of my feet.