That awkward moment ...
May. 19th, 2012 04:13 pm... when you want to announce that you've had to change plans, only to realise that you never mentioned your original plan in the first place. -_- All this being away and stuff is totally messing with my writing habits.
What I wanted to do was spend the night at home this weekend, what with four weeks already being over again so that I'm allowed to do this once more, just like last time. It also would have enabled me to attend my mother's birthday party tonight, but then I got sick and started to doubt it was a good idea, and when I called my mother to discuss this with her, I found out she was sick as well and there'd be no party, anyway. In light of that, it was an easy decision - I figured I'd better not waste my joker, so to speak, on a weekend during which I might still feel miserable.
It seems to have been a wise decision: I'm only barely starting to get better, if that. So instead I'm here for a few hours again, trying to think of useful things to do that aren't physically challenging.
I also wanted to watch The Avengers sometime this week, but my luck wouldn't let me. On Thursday, which was a holiday and therefore the perfect opportunity, it was on at 16:50 - too late for me to get back to the hospital in time because that film is so freaking long. Tomorrow the same problem applies and today they're not showing it at all. On regular weekdays I'm generally not allowed to go out long enough. I admit I'm making this extra difficult by refusing to watch the dubbed version, but come on ...
In summary, the whole week has felt quite pointless. I didn't get anything done, didn't have any productive ideas, never knew what to talk about and so on. It's like my life was put on hold just because of a stupid cold. I hope it'll be over soon because I don't know what I'm doing therapy for if I can't even think of anything to say.
What I wanted to do was spend the night at home this weekend, what with four weeks already being over again so that I'm allowed to do this once more, just like last time. It also would have enabled me to attend my mother's birthday party tonight, but then I got sick and started to doubt it was a good idea, and when I called my mother to discuss this with her, I found out she was sick as well and there'd be no party, anyway. In light of that, it was an easy decision - I figured I'd better not waste my joker, so to speak, on a weekend during which I might still feel miserable.
It seems to have been a wise decision: I'm only barely starting to get better, if that. So instead I'm here for a few hours again, trying to think of useful things to do that aren't physically challenging.
I also wanted to watch The Avengers sometime this week, but my luck wouldn't let me. On Thursday, which was a holiday and therefore the perfect opportunity, it was on at 16:50 - too late for me to get back to the hospital in time because that film is so freaking long. Tomorrow the same problem applies and today they're not showing it at all. On regular weekdays I'm generally not allowed to go out long enough. I admit I'm making this extra difficult by refusing to watch the dubbed version, but come on ...
In summary, the whole week has felt quite pointless. I didn't get anything done, didn't have any productive ideas, never knew what to talk about and so on. It's like my life was put on hold just because of a stupid cold. I hope it'll be over soon because I don't know what I'm doing therapy for if I can't even think of anything to say.