do you ever have those days where you just can’t clear your head? when things seem to be happening in a fog, and time sort of slows down? this weekend, with the exception of the activity-filled friday night, was like that. i couldn’t clear the fog, and the lingering effect (a dull throbbing headache) is still here this morning. my boss is out sick, which makes me want to go home as well. but i don’t think a headache really counts as being sick.
in any case, i was thinking back on what i did this weekend, and realized that when i’m foggy and off-kilter, i do a lot of the same things in an attempt to clear the haze. call it “sarah’s fuzzhead routine,” if you will. it goes something like this:
- i wake up late, roll lethargically out of bed, walk to the refrigerator and immediately down a coke. (drinking the coke is done while sitting, or sometimes half-sitting-half-laying on the floor, as sitting on the couch would likely lead to immediately falling back asleep, which only worsens the fuzziness. past experience dictates this.)
- while i wait in vain for the caffeine to take effect, i scan the tv channels until i find a baseball game. (fortunately, the braves were on tbs yesterday, but if they hadn’t been, any other team would have worked as well. obviously this diversionary tactic only works during baseball season. otherwise i scan the tv for either home decorating shows a la trading spaces or sitcom reruns.)
- after an hour or so of this, i will myself to get up off the floor and invent an errand or two to force myself to leave the apartment, as moving around usually helps. (on saturday, i decided i needed pampering and got a pedicure; on sunday, i somehow desperately needed printer paper, a plant, and a new cd, resulting in trips to office max, lowe’s, and best buy.)
- if successful in dragging myself out of the apartment, my first stop is usually starbucks or a similar establishment. (this weekend = two days = two grande mocha coconut frappachinos.)
- i often consider driving much farther than necessary to do an errand, just because feeling foggy makes me feel like driving aimlessly. (i felt like driving to the beach to see the ocean. but it was saturday, and sunday, and i didn’t want to deal with beach traffic. driving aimlessly is good, but being stuck in traffic has exactly the opposite effect.)
- when i get back home, i either 1) read or 2) clean. i don’t know why it’s one of these two options, but it always is. (this weekend i mostly read, thanks to getting the new harry potter book, but i did also do a little cleaning since my mom and brother are coming to visit this week.)
- i don’t eat much, unless someone inspires me to go out for food. (saturday night after seeing “the italian job,” becca and i went to jason’s deli. but then yesterday i forgot to eat anything until like 9:30. well, except the coke and frappachino.)
- despite my best efforts, the weekend usually ends with some unforseen frustration. (last night, in our last game of the season, my soccer team was on the losing end of the worst soccer game i have ever been involved in. we were short 1 player, then 2, and by the second half we were no longer even attempting to play. it was absolutely pathetic.)
- i fall into bed tired, but unable to sleep. (last night i tossed and turned, and tossed and turned, finally falling asleep sometime around 1 a.m.)
anyway. monday is here, and off to a slow start. today i’m hoping for some quality email, and…yeah. blatant hint aimed at someone who doesn’t even read this page. at least i don’t think they do.
