I am just about to complete my most unproductive day of all semester by going back to sleep after a 5 hour nap. The only reason I got up was to shower and brush my teeth, oh, and to feel somewhat accomplished by adding a blog entry.
No sign of roomie - I assume she's at that movie(on a weeknight, Rachel? You're going to be dead tired tomorrow...O well, your life, I shouldn't be so nosy...)
As for me, myself - healthwise, I feel like crud. The dust and the heat and dryness of good old Big Blue (aka, Donner House) has added up into a triple hell of stuffy/runny/dry-feeling nose. I'm not actually sick, my nose is, but I'm not. It sounds like I'm sick because my throat gets dry because my nose is dry so when I breathe with a clear nose every once in a while, the dry air hits the back of my dry throat and the coughing starts. I must say, this is probably the most miserable part of winter. The solution: a humidifier - except I'm too cheap to buy one, so I shall suffer in my desert conditions.
It's funny, I always wanted to live in the desert. I hate the cold and the rain, so living somewhere hot and dry seems logical, except that now that I think of it, the desert would wreak havoc on my poor sinuses. Maybe I should buy some plants and put them in the room, maybe that will create an artificial oasis? But then I would have to water them all the time...
I don't know if you can tell, but all week I've been feeling very mellow. None of that sickeningly sad desperation that I felt all those days when Valentine's Day was looming on the horizon. Maybe my brain reset and it thinks I have all the time in the world to find someone to celebrate the next V Day with. Maybe. Or maybe I've just given up and am resigned to be an old maid forever. Or perhaps the studio has pushed us so hard that my brain has fizzled out and refuses to function until the last possible moment. Whatever the case, mellow is me.