Always Fuckin' Something
Jun. 22nd, 2025 10:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraI ignored the mystery stomach ache & did errands. You're just being a slacker! I told myself.
Got back to the casa & began Remunerating. But in addition to the stomach ache, I felt... off.
Now, I never know when I feel off whether I really feel off or I'm just malingering. I'm incredibly lazy, & will seize every opportunity to do absolutely nothing—
But, no. I had a throbbing headache (& I don't usually get headaches), and I felt weak, and my insides were churning—and then I broke out in a fearful sweat just before my insides did what insides do when they churn—and I felt as though I could barely crawl back to my bed.
Food poisoning or norovirus?
Spent the rest of the day and the following night in bed in a semi-delerium, listening to a bizarre Netflix show called Ginny & Georgia, which is simultaneously good & baaaaaad. (I have a thing for teenage dramas.) I had to guess what the characters looked like 'cause I couldn't open my eyes.
Woke up this morning feeling more or less normal, so I guess it was food poisoning?
Still. I'm going to be sedentary today.
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Drama this morning: The water in the house turned off!
Icky has this ancient Orbit digital timer on his irrigation hose. It keeps not timing, so the watering hose keeps not going on—and his little tomatoes were all parched & dying. I fiddled with the Orbit settings to give the the tomatoes a soak—and in doing so, somehow managed to fuck with the water pressure inside the house.
Icky berated me soundly for this over the phone, and, of course, he was not wrong—one really shouldn't fuck with machinery unless one knows what one is doing.
Still, I felt aggrieved—I thought I was doing a good thing! Shouldn't I get credit for that?
If it's not Icky being a dick, it's the U.S. starting World War III!
Always fuckin' something.
Got back to the casa & began Remunerating. But in addition to the stomach ache, I felt... off.
Now, I never know when I feel off whether I really feel off or I'm just malingering. I'm incredibly lazy, & will seize every opportunity to do absolutely nothing—
But, no. I had a throbbing headache (& I don't usually get headaches), and I felt weak, and my insides were churning—and then I broke out in a fearful sweat just before my insides did what insides do when they churn—and I felt as though I could barely crawl back to my bed.
Food poisoning or norovirus?
Spent the rest of the day and the following night in bed in a semi-delerium, listening to a bizarre Netflix show called Ginny & Georgia, which is simultaneously good & baaaaaad. (I have a thing for teenage dramas.) I had to guess what the characters looked like 'cause I couldn't open my eyes.
Woke up this morning feeling more or less normal, so I guess it was food poisoning?
Still. I'm going to be sedentary today.
###
Drama this morning: The water in the house turned off!
Icky has this ancient Orbit digital timer on his irrigation hose. It keeps not timing, so the watering hose keeps not going on—and his little tomatoes were all parched & dying. I fiddled with the Orbit settings to give the the tomatoes a soak—and in doing so, somehow managed to fuck with the water pressure inside the house.
Icky berated me soundly for this over the phone, and, of course, he was not wrong—one really shouldn't fuck with machinery unless one knows what one is doing.
Still, I felt aggrieved—I thought I was doing a good thing! Shouldn't I get credit for that?
If it's not Icky being a dick, it's the U.S. starting World War III!
Always fuckin' something.
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Date: 2025-06-22 06:01 pm (UTC)If it's not Icky being a dick, it's the U.S. starting World War III!
Yeah. Quite enough dickishness to be going on with.
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