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Month: August 2008

  • This weekend while wandering about the town, I noticed that there were only two varieties of groupings out (besides myself):

    1) Couples (a boy and a girl mostly), holding hands. And most of these couples were tall and the girls all had long hair.

    2)Groups of three fat ladies, walking slowly along the sidewalk, all in a line so no one could get past. And lots of sidewalks have parked cars on the road beside them so it’s impossible to get around them. Unless one of them looks sheepishly over her shoulder to see what that noise is and steps aside to let me by. That noise was me, cough-talking “fatties get out of my way”.

    Then I went home.

  • The rain was so loud last night it woke me up. It was great.

    I finally did my laundry after not doing it for more than 2 weeks. The delay was because I was sick and week. Now I am better and can therefore do laundry, which makes me feel good to have it done.

    Yesterday was a bit of a dud day but my reason is just. I went for a walk for the first time since being ill and may have over done it a little, just in that my stamina isn’t quite recovered yet. But I was out before the rains came. I explored Fernwood, making it all the way to their village. So many great houses. More rustic than Fairfield and Rockland, but not dumpy either!

    Today I’m trying to write some stuff. Today I’m trying not to watch TV because I did that yesterday, and kindof that’s all I’ve done for the past three weeks and I’m getting so bored of it. The Olympic opening was pretty good though.

  • Some formuli:

    Taking pills while thinking about trees or current state of breathing = *choke choke*

    Taking pills while thinking about numbers in any way = smooth going

    I have Lisa Loeb’s song in my head.

    I am trying not to work myself into a frenzy.

  • Still sick. Rather, still bogged down with tight chest. Then I started panicking about it at work yesterday and so admitted defeat and came home to rest. Work was fine except for the huffing and puffing from walking down the hall, which, apparently is not actually fine but I totally could handle it for three days.

    Proud of self for just requesting that I have today off too, since asthma is one thing but having anxiety about asthma, and then having anxiety about anxiety is a completely different.

    I don’t know if I feel better today because all I did was lie around.

    Although maybe I wasn’t so out-of-breath when I walked down to the library. That could be because I walked a snail’s pace. I have no patience for this.

    Good things: Vanilla Earl Gray tea.

    The movie “27 Dresses”

    Praline Ice Cream.