|The color of non-motivation
||[Sep. 2nd, 2010|11:59 am]
In the category of “just because you can, doesn’t mean you should”...|
No, honestly, I applaud him for effort. I’m sure it wasn’t easy. But seriously, I’m not a huge fan of my food squirting. And if it tastes like eating a pretzel and taking a mouthful of beer at the same time...why not just eat a pretzel and take a mouthful of beer. Probably less likely to run down your arm or spatter onto your lap, no? And, no doubt, way less expensive. But hey, I’d try it for the novelty. Although I’m not proud that the U.S. holds simultaneously the World Championship Titles in ”Nation that will deep-fry anything” and “Nation with the largest asses per capita”. They are not unrelated, people.
“I just can’t win today” Earlier this morning, I passed by a colleague who said that. Win? Hell, I would consider “break-even” a goal worth achieving. I feel lucky to “Get out of the ring alive” most days.
If nonmotivated were a color, I’d be dressed in it today. I have an impending cold. It’s been impending for days now. The sore throat, the blocked ears, the headache. And in a wacky, malarial kind of way. Like I barely notice it for several hours and then WHOOMP, it rolls in like a fog and I feel like I’ll never make it through the day. And then it gradually dissipates and I really don’t notice it’s gone, except when I realize that I’ve been semi-functional for several hours. And then WHOOMP, it’s back.
I’ve been going to bed by 9:30 every night, drinking so many fluids that I should just have my office line routed to the lady’s room. Part of me wishes that it would just stop impending, bushwhack me and then I could start getting over it. Fears that it WILL finally bushwhack me. On Saturday. But I’m holding the talismans of sleep and fluid in front of me, desperately clinging to a fantasy where I ward it off and it never goes beyond impend.