“When men speak ill of thee,
live so as nobody may believe them.”
- Plato
So I went to my favorite quotations website, typed in “ill” as the topic, and this was all it generated. It was not quite what I was looking for, but I’ll take it. Whatever, you know.
It is Friday.. halle-frickin-lujah. I’m so tired, and now I’m not feeling well. I medicated last night before bed, but I feel worse today. I hate that. I hate it when I make the effort for naught. I know Steph is not feeling well, either, and there is just this general crud going around. If I had been smarter, I would’ve wiped down the keyboards in every room I worked in this week; I imagine my sudden upswing in meeting activity is what made me susceptible to this crap.
Last night was slow, which was what I needed. I dozed through my court tv shows, I cleaned house while my low-carb elbow macaroni boiled, and then I dumped mounds of butter and three-cheese blend on it. That is my comfort food. I ate the hell out of some noodles, butter, and cheese. Then I watched “The Office” and “30 Rock”. Then I took a bath, dozed on the couch till my husband made it home, and then we went to bed. I’m trying to not be sick. I really am.
I think, for dinner tonight, some thai cuisine is in order. I need something hot and flavorful.
In other news, the Memphis Zoo has a new addition, and this news story made my morning. Angela Kate was born five days ago, but was a surprised.. no one knew that she was expected until the zookeepers found her wet and trembling in the pen one morning. Angela Kate’s real mom, Alta, had rejected the baby and things looked grim for a while; zookeepers used hairdryers and bottles to keep her alive. Then, nature worked it’s magic: Marilyn is another female giraffe in the enclosure whose baby was delivered stillborn five days before Angela Kate arrived, and Marilyn is now acting as a surrogate. Baby Angela Kate stands five feet tall and is currently walking and doing fine. She will make her first public appearance for a few hours tomorrow at the zoo. (I LOOOOOOVE giraffes. Even more than monkeys.)
Do you ever just want to look at someone and say, “Look, I know that you don’t get along with her.. you don’t even like her. But why don’t you quit bitching to everyone else about her and just go tell her directly? I did it; it’s not impossible. And if she hears it from enough people.. something has got to change.”? I do.
I have to say, as my parting thought, that I find it extremely difficult to be in a sour mood when I have Christmas music pumping through the speakers.
TGIF, everybody.
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