Category: The Body Eclectic

I have a yucky flu that makes me want to crawl under a boulder and die. But not writing makes me feel limbless. So I’ll do what I can…

So on the recommendation of my friend Liane, I went to see world famous DJ Paul Van Dyk do his thing at 1015 Folsom this Saturday. I danced for 4 solid hours and left feeling like I had witnessed the entirety of human history presented as a collage of sound. In a word, epic.

My friend Nina was in town so spent the better part of Sunday with her and many of our mutual friends. Got up early this morning to have breakfast with her.

Now I feel like my body’s been hit with a thousand hammers. I need sleep, a massage, a decent meal and to spend a day unpacking from Alberta, paying bills and getting caught up on my nothing.

I don’t regret for a moment the life I’m leading now but I do still get reminded that I am not 21 anymore and need to pace.

If it’s possible to be hungover without drinking a drop, that’s where I’m at. After hitting both my friend Jish’s birthday at Zeitgeist (which I’d never been to before and resembled rec hour at the local supermax prison. I loved it) and then my friend Willo’s birthday, I thought I’d taken good care, had a great time, left at a reasonable hour and slipped into bed with a book at 1:30.

So why do I feel like I’ve been beaten with a long wooden object? Why did I wake up at 5:30 despite no bad dreams or noise outside? And why did I start doing my Sunday morning butt-shake-to-music before I got out of bed where the only music playing was Faygo’s meow through the bedroom door?

I don’t know. Oy, what a way to wake up.

and angry.

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So thanks to this stupid half-flu I have (no sneezing or runny nose, just achy and tired all the time) I missed last night’s giant pillow fight. Laughing Squid has these great photos.

Add to the list A Little Friction’s concert and Flickr’s Second Birthday Party. I am sick of being sick.

So I didn’t end up doing anything for World Aids Day.
Didn’t even leave the house really. I had a terrific headache on Tuesday and have felt weak and depleted since. I think the touch of flue I had at the beginning of the week has probably passed but I get sick so infrequently that when I do, it throws my stride off almost completely.

Simply put, I try and pack a lot into each day. The downside of that is that unless you’re feeling perfectly healthy, all you’ve asigned yourself to do, no matter how small, seems like an unscalable burden, an orange too-much sticker slapped mercilessly on something as minor as walking to the mailbox.

But that’s where I am this week. My body feels too week to exercise, my mind too exhausted to write. I’ve been able to go out a little, to have lunch with my friend Emily, to take one meeting and attend the magnificent premiere of The Bright River last night, which I highly recommend. But I am not my normal self. I’m not plugged in, alert, creating, consuming, connecting. That’s how I like to be most of the time but I have a feeling my body isn’t lying to me. I think I needed this rest to not just appreciate how I am normally but to not be that way for awhile.

I feel pretty good about it, different, but good. I’ll be me again soon. This week I needed a scaled down version of me, I slower, older, quieter version. So that’s where I am. Come by and say hi.

Inspired by this 43 Folders discussion, I’ve decided to take a mental health break ans try not turning on the computer unless necessary on Saturdays. See you tomorrow.

1. Blog pointlessly

2. Watch way too many movies.

3. Feel sorry for yourself.

4. Feel guilty about not working even though you shouldn’t be.

5. Play way too much Splinter Cell.

6. Make up dumb names for your cat (Right now, we’re working off of “Psycho Kitty, Ques Que Se”).

7. Feel unable to read more than 2 pages at a time.

8. Wonder if life is passing you by.

Remote posting from Canyon Ranch, where I’m hanging with my parents and trying to relax. Jet lag is screwing with my sleep though which makes me all obsessive and weird. Uusally when I can’t sleep, I start mentally fretting about the days or weeks ahead, what I need to do, and what a big inconvenient life-rockblock it is. And this is at 5 Am, clearly telling me I’ve crossed over the median of sanity.

What do you do when you can’t sleep?