spoiled rotten

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i'm sorry this post took so long, i've been busy sleeping off a sinus cold.

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hot damn i had no idea how spoiled i was. before this winter i hadn't had a cold since... christ i can hardly remember. i think the last crud i had was actually that horrid, barfing norwalk thingy and that was something like three years ago.

I was still living with tr then!

now i may have had one since then but i do not remember it.

anyway the point is that i am on my second cold of the winter and it sucks. it sucks it sucks it sucks it sucks and i don't even really feel like i have the right to whine about it because i spent so many years being not sick before that.

i suspect the problem is my job. i'm exposed to hundreds of people every week and a pile of them are in weakened or compromised states and another pile of them have children who are in school.

so yeah. i used to think i didn't get colds because i had this supercalafragalisticexpialadociously awesome immune system.

yeah no.

i just wasn't being exposed. it turns out in fact that i need to be as careful as everyone else about this crap. you know, wash your hands incessantly even if they aren't dirty (my poor ridiculously sensitive and dry skin!), try not to touch the handrails on the subway, try not to touch your clients... hrm that's kind of impossible.

see my problem?

i don't think that i've slept as much as i've slept this week in a year. take monday for example. i got a lovely night of sleep, woke up at 7am to teach from 8 to 10:30, went home and back to bed until 5 when i got up to teach from 6 until 8:30 and then home for a bit of food and some more sleep.

wednesday was even better. get up at 5:30, teach until 9:30, sleep until 2... wake up, check messages, note that hot client cancelled, go back to sleep until 3 and come to work. i mean i've been awake about a third as much as i've been asleep this week and it's been great but strange.

i'm always amazed at just how much you can sleep when you're sick. and it's not like you run out. i mean since this time yesterday i've slept about twelve hours and let me tell you it's been TWO since i woke up last and already i just wish that i could go back to sleep. aren't you supposed to be able to bank a little bit of this crap?

to add insult to injury all of my clients are running off on two or three week long vacations this month and i'm going to have to scramble to pay for my life. for serious like 80% of them. what they couldn't give me some notice?

shut up a week sucks. ah well, a couple are returning so it should improve anyway.
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i don't understand the people who meet you on the internet and don't want to meet you in real life. what is the point of chatting with someone and then just continuing to chat? like if you don't want to hang out with me in person then what on earth is the point of the chatting?

this happens all the time. i remember scared bunny did a post about it. that if someone didn't want to meet after two weeks of chatting they were wasting your time and you shouldn't bother.

dude was so right.
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i gave in and bought some olympic schwag today. god i loved the canadian uniforms this year. they were so kitschy and totally canadian and everything costs half as much as it did at roots. i hope they get to do it again even though hbc got bought by an american.

that's so fucking weird.

the hudson's bay company.

the people who started the fur trade. yeah. just got bought by someone who isn't from this country. i'm really kinda hella baffled. it seems so wrong.

like selling off hydro
or maybe some nuclear plants
or logging crown land
or agreeing to sell fresh water regardless of our own objections
or refusing to care about the environment
or not planning for the future
or um

yeah this is making me sad.

anyway on a brighter note apparently mr. new hudson's bay is in the process of becoming canadian. interesting. (i stress APPARENTLY)

god the clothes are good!

the strangest thing though? i am five feet eleven and a bit inches tall. i weigh a hundred and seventy pounds (or seventy five or eighty depending on water and where i am in my cycle) and i'm a SMALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

a small???

that's freaking impossible. i mean hell when i was swimming and the same height but a hundred and thirty three pounds?

a medium.

so please explain to me how i have gained forty pounds and yet i'm a size smaller. the lady at the store who was an actual small (five two and maybe a hundred and ten pounds) yeah she was wearing kids.

the size thing is getting out of hand.

funny thing is that i expected to have problems with the pants but i don't. it's the SHIRTS! the ones that fit my body are too short.

the good news? at least i'm back to the level of thin where everything long enough is too big. it's frustrating for shopping but good for the ego.

but seriously. my tights are a small. that shit is so messed up. no one in their right minds would accuse ME of being a small on the bottom. i'm like a twelve or a fourteen. what's everyone else supposed to wear???

so pretty though :)
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happy thursday y'all ... the only nudity y'all are getting is an imaginary view of my crusty nose ... hello!