el diablo robotico (platypus) wrote,
el diablo robotico

I'm so tired. I feel like I'm coming down with something, at least judging by the fuzzyheaded lassitude of the last few days, but aside from a bit of (probably allergic) sneezing, the physical symptoms aren't very specific. I'd think that maybe I'm just a little mopey from the aftermath of our vacation, but the tiredness doesn't feel psychosomatic. I can usually tell the difference. I got an entirely decent night's sleep last night, and I'm still exhausted. I don't know why.

I knew I wasn't up to the party Friday night, and my initial reaction was to tell Ken to go without me. I don't know why I didn't stick to that; I could've ordered pizza and stayed home and watched Buffy. Instead, I had a last-minute change of heart, felt game enough to attempt it, and failed miserably. I was so tired, and everybody was so loud, and the food consisted of a very impressive but very smelly salmon that I had no interest in eating. I realized my mistake about ten minutes into the event, and I was certainly within walking distance of home, but I'd have felt stupid for leaving that early, and I didn't really have an excuse. So I stayed, and stayed, and stayed, and felt extremely lousy.

On Saturday, we went up to Temecula for the cornfield maze, which was cool. We did entirely too well, skipping from station 1 to station 6 without finding any of the stations in between. We could have gotten out very quickly, but Ken wanted to go back and find the points we'd missed. My own enthusiasm was starting to dribble away into exhaustion, but we had an aerial map of the maze (it was shaped like the United States, with the Statue of Liberty off the East Coast) and it was kind of fun to use it as a map and walk through the Great Lakes, New England, the Statue of Liberty's torch, etc. We didn't buy pumpkins there, though they had a pumpkin patch; they weren't looking too great, and we can get them closer to home. I, at least, do want to carve one this year.

We had a few geocaches in the area printed out to try afterward, but time and circumstances conspired against us, so we only reached one. It was a decent one, though, and I'm a big cached out anyway (no pun intended, I think).

Ken has a cold. It is more or less inevitable that I will follow, if I'm not on my way already. I'm just hoping I can hold it off until Thursday. On Wednesday, the Chameleons are playing in San Diego. They're the only band left that I would care to see live, the only band I've been waiting eight years to see. This is their first tour in the U.S. since 1994, when I was too young to get into the Chicago venue. I'm not holding my breath until they tour again. I would have planned to fly to anywhere in the country to see them play, but they're coming to my backyard this time. If I'm too sick to make it... well, that would suck. So I'll get as sick as you like on Thursday, okay, but Wednesday night I'm going to be fine.
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