RSS Feed

Tag Archives: whining

I Think I’ll Go Back To Bed

So yesterday was a Blogger’s Sick Day.  I am afraid readers of Sunday’s post may think I was hungover, what with the picture of the lady pouring booze into a blender.  Then again, we’re not supposed to worry about what other people think of us.  Some people may think less of me for worrying that other people are thinking less of me.  Then yet again, I just imagine most people have other things to think about than me. Why would I think anybody is thinking anything about me?

This is not helping my headache.

Last night I just could not bring myself to type a word.  I did not even feel up to lying on the couch and looking at a DVR’d Dateline, even though I was interested in the case.  I felt even worse in the morning, yet dragged myself through eight hours of work.  In my defense, how can I know that I won’t feel even worse tomorrow?

OK, I am not going to make my usual quota of 200 words.  Then again, who wants to listen to me whine about how sick I feel?  I wonder what people will think about this post.  Oh yeah, probably nothing.

199 words!  This paragraph brings be over 200.  Score!

 

 

Whine or Wine on Monstrous Monday?

“What do you mean, you’re too tired to make a blog post?”

I open with a shot of Vincent Price giving the side-eye.  I don’t know why I’m so tired.  It was a perfectly normal day at work, and I did not go running after.   But there is no use in asking why.  For one reason, it might lead to half-baked philosophy more suitable for Lame Post Friday (oh the pain of looking down the long, long week till Friday!) (Oh, quit rolling your eyes and playing the miniature violins; it was a joke!).

Where was I?  Ah yes, Monstrous Monday.  I wonder if it wouldn’t be more pleasant to have Merlot Monday.  I know, only if I brought enough to share.

“Did you say Merlot?”

The above would be an example of a monster of the human variety.  I know that no wine was involved in Psycho.  I would just imagine the plot would have taken a few turns had there been wine involved.

“You have wine?”

Of course I had to include Nosferatu.  In the Bela Lugosi Dracula, the Count famously says, “I never drink wine,” a line also used by Martin Landau as Bela in Ed Wood.  I must say, that is where they and I differ.

My friend Bruce would say, “Don’t whine! WINE!!!”  He has a point.  Well I have tried not to whine too much about being tired, but there are those who will accuse you of whining on the flimsiest evidence (you know who you are) (and it is so flimsy evidence!).  In any case, I see I am over 250 words.  Perhaps a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.  It’s not alliterative, but it tastes so good.

 

These Things Happen

It wasn’t that I am a bad blogger this time (although I may be a bad blogger; let us leave that discussion for another time). Yesterday was really, truly a Blogger’s Sick Day. After having a marvelous evening and getting home a little before midnight (an unprecedentedly late bedtime for me) (at least in recent memory; never mind my misspent youth), I woke with a truly dreadful headache.

I had not overindulged in the wine at our after theatre dinner and hoped the headache would respond to treatment.  After all, it was Saturday!  I wanted adventures! I tried hydration, aspirin, my heated face thing, naps, a hot shower, and an ice pack (I did not use heat and ice at the same time. I wonder if that would work).

I thought the second nap had helped, so we went out to get some food.  Partway through our late lunch (which really tasted good), it became clear that I was not better, and nothing was going to help.  I guess it was a migraine.  Sometimes putting a label on something can help you bear the pain.

Back home, I could not even watch a movie through the nausea.  In my defense, it was a tense, disturbing movie, which can be wildly entertaining, but my stomach couldn’t take it.

So here I am, up before 6 on a Sunday, typing in a whiny excuse about why I didn’t make a Saturday post.  These things happen.  I hope later on to blog abput a better Sunday.

 

Can 10-Fingered Typing Help Me Now?

I am having a bad blogging weekend.  I fell asleep yesterday (Saturday) without making a post.  Then I got up extra early today, thinking, “OK, two posts in a day; I’ve done that before.”  But I didn’t do it.  Call it no discipline, call it a bad headache (which I had, but it’s gone now, thank heaven!), call be a big fat loser, or just shake your head (or your finger, or your booty).  Where was I?  Ah yes, self-flagellation.  Bad, bad blogger me!

Why does that feel as whiny as my complaints about not feeling able to write?  Oh dear, I was wrong to try to attempt this.  Apparently nothing useful will come out of my brain today.

I had some things to write about, and even some pictures in mind to share.  But all I wanted to do today was lounge around and read a Victoria Holt novel.  I made a pot of chicken soup, after dragging myself to the grocery store for ingredients and other necessities (twice, in fact, because I forgot my purse the first time).  And I knitted while we watched a couple of movies we had DVR’d.

Mostly I spent the day feeling down, down, down.  These things happen, of course.  One cannot spend all one’s time being up, up, up.  Even up, down, up can get a little tiring.  Sometimes the you just have to feel that way until you don’t feel that way any more.  In the meantime, I wanted to make at least one blog post over Saturday and Sunday.  Accordingly, I picked up my Tablet and stylus and…

Typing one letter at a time, even utilizing the sometimes accurate and often amusing predictive text, was just not cutting it for me.  So I switched over to the laptop.  Where things did not seem to go much better.  I just re-read what I have typed so far, and I am not proud of myself.  However, it is over 300 words.  I comfort myself with the thought that no life is wasted: you can always stand as a bad example.  I am sure that must also be true of blog posts.

 

Wuss-out Whining

Sorry, friends, it’s Wuss-out Wednesday.  I must be getting old or something, because overtime is really kicking my butt.  I managed to go for a short run this afternoon, and it was not fun.  I couldn’t even manage a full cool-down walk.

Oh dear, that was a whiny paragraph,  wasn’t it?  I’m not having a horrible evening; I just don’t feel capable of making a good blog post.  It’s too bad, too, because I was going to share pictures of the RCIL Character Brunch last Saturday.  Well, perhaps I can do that tomorrow or the next day.

In the meantime,  I want to make some semblance of a post now, because I do NOT want to try to post tomorrow morning.  It is hard enough to get to work by 4:30 a.m.  Aaaaand there I go whining again!

Tomorrow is Halloween.  We have that going for us.  Full Disclosure: I intend to continue watching Halloween movies as long as I can get away with it. I am hoping the weather will not be as heinous as the meteorologists are predicting.  Rain and wind.  Yikes!

As my friend Bruce says, don’t whine; WINE!  I’ll have a sip or two before bed, I think.  Not too much, though, or I will really be whining tomorrow!

 

Missing Mojo on Tired Tuesday

I had a vague idea of making a Running Commentary post today.  It was another reason to get myself out the door and moving.  I seem to have lost my running mojo without taking an extended break from it, as I have in the past.  I have run both weekend days every weekend within recent memory, until this past weekend.  Once again I have to ask, What the Hell, me?

Oh let’s be honest, I have lost all kinds of mojo lately: running, writing, housework, theatre… do I have any other kinds of mojo?  Unfortunately I do not see how I can write about my missing mojo without sounding like a whiny baby.  I don’t know why I worry so much about sounding like a whiny baby,  especially since that is what I must sound like more often than I admit.

Where was I? I sat down with my Tablet with all good intentions of making a Running Commentary post.  I guess the road to bad blog posts is paved with good intentions.  So here I am with yet another foolish blog post.

I point out to my vicious inner critic that I did run today, and for further than I thought I would (not a vast amount, but I did demonstrate perseverance) and I did a load of laundry.  And now I have done a blog post of at least 200 words.  Wasn’t I saying earlier this week that I must learn to write despite whatever is wrong with me?  It is true!  Mojo or no, I shall persevere!

 

For a Sunday Post, It Will Have To Do

 

It is SO Wrist to Forehead Sunday today!  I don’t want to make a post.  I don’t want to do anything!  What a bum!

The only reason I am typing anything at all (as Truman Capote famously said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing”) is that I do not want to be typing at 4 a.m. tomorrow.  I know, I said posting in the morning was going to be a thing, but I don’t want to HAVE to do it. Am I making sense?  Probably not,  but as usual, I ask you to bear with me.

We had a fun time earlier with our friend Kim at the End Zone Pub and Grub.  There is not much else I can say about that, and, alas, I did not take pictures.  Pictures always do pep up a post, don’t they?

Isn’t she pretty?

Just to prove that point, I put in a picture of Kim.  This is at Dikin Durt Distillery in Herkimer, NY.  That lets me include another plug for a local business.  I need to get back to Dikin Durt soon.  I could use another bottle of moonshine for coffee of questionable moral fiber purposes.

So this is my blog post for today.  Two small plugs for local businesses and a little whining about How I Can’t Make a Post.  It will have to do.

Just to also include a picture of the End Zone.