We’re not enemies, we just disagree

I am not to write much tonight. I was sick today, and I have to go to bed early so I can get some sleep to make sure I’m better by tomorrow.

I’ll just say: I love going grocery shopping. And I love putting everything away when we get home. And there’s all new fresh foods in the fridge, and the pantry is filled, and the possibilities for things you could make or prepare with it all are endless. Never mind that in two weeks (two? Make it one!) time half the stuff will be gone, the other half will be wilted and sad…

Joy of joys – they had my soy milk powder at the supermarket! Now I won’t have to go without tea for at least… a couple of weeks . I’m so happy. That in itself is a little sad – that finding powdered milk could be a source of such happiness for me. Ah well.

Noelle and I are going to celebrate St Pat’s day for real this Friday by going out for a pub lunch when I finish work at 3:30pm, and probably drink some green beer or something.

Because i was sick today, I stayed in my room all day with the curtains drawn and the fan on, just trying to sleep. And when mum came home and I went with her to the supermarket, it was like I’d been in hibernation and the lights at the store were really bright and all the noises were really loud, and everything was sort of surreal. I might have still been half asleep.

I don’t like being sick, and taking days off work. I like to keep some sort of routine during the week, even if it’s not a real routine since I do something different each day and get home at a different time each day, it still seems like a huge interruption to not go anywhere at all. And of course no one likes feeling sick, I guess that goes without saying.

Anyway. Ro you are so BURNT!