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I am up and doing laundry and plan to be at Not the IRS from 4-9pm this afternoon/evening. I am also at that really gross stage of a cold where you're starting to feel less like roadkill in terms of aches and exhaustion, but the gunk is moving down into your chest so you sound like death lightly warmed over.
Also, I am still exhausted. It's just not quite "squashed flatter than a pancake" levels of exhaustion. But I'm bringing a pillow and a box of really soft tissues to work in hopes of catching a nap after my two scheduled clients.
I may or may not need to duck out of work at the rental company at 5pm tomorrow instead of working my full shift to 7pm. We'll see how I feel, I guess.
And now I'm heading back to the laundromat to pull my laundry out of the dryers. Which means I will have to fold the linens. UGH.
Actually, no, first I'm going to take more NyQuil. THEN laundry. *resolve face*
Also, I am still exhausted. It's just not quite "squashed flatter than a pancake" levels of exhaustion. But I'm bringing a pillow and a box of really soft tissues to work in hopes of catching a nap after my two scheduled clients.
I may or may not need to duck out of work at the rental company at 5pm tomorrow instead of working my full shift to 7pm. We'll see how I feel, I guess.
And now I'm heading back to the laundromat to pull my laundry out of the dryers. Which means I will have to fold the linens. UGH.
Actually, no, first I'm going to take more NyQuil. THEN laundry. *resolve face*
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Date: 2019-01-31 03:17 am (UTC)Those are like my absolute least favourite things, and they're so much worse when they gang up on you. D:
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Date: 2019-01-31 01:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2019-01-31 06:22 pm (UTC)