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| 08.03.06 (11:27 am) [edit] |
The office is full of life. Or at least about 2 dozen people only seperated from me by glass. They're from a different company, and it's so exciting! I hope to maybe eat lunch with some of them. That is, if I feel better before then. I have no appetite. My throat burns with anything I eat. I've drunken seemingly gallons of water. I should probably go home or something. I don't know what to do when I'm sick, 'cause I don't like acknowledging it in the first place, 'cause it rarely happens. That, and a lot my 'symptoms' are imaginary. When something bothers me or I internalize other people's issues, I physically feel their pain. I just found out that a co-worker has cancer, and that her boss was insensitive about it. I've been in a zone in general. My life has been 20-minute naps. I took one during lunch yesterday and then after dinner. The latter one was more like sleep or passing out. Amber called, and I was talking with her for a while before I realized I hadn't remembered the phone ringing in the first place. It's all been a kind of blur. I wish it didn't take so long to get home from work. I've been reading Sense and Sensibility. That may have also contributed to my sorrow and sickness. One of the main characters is lead on to believe that she is engaged to a guy she very much loves, only for him to dismiss it as nothing and to be cold. She is heartbroken, to say the least. When she was waiting to hear from him, she hardly ate or slept and was constantly preoccupied. Her character is lead by her emotions and is dramatic compared to her sister, who stays composed and doesn't isolate herself when she grieves. I love how the book is written- and the characters and interactions described. For instance, there is a lady who confides of her secret engagement- to the woman who she's jealous of or something similar. That's such a womanly conniving thing. Put people right where you want them.
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