I’m sick, and never before have I been this tired. I wonder if what I’m feeling is the impetus of that saying, if the brain of the person who coined that term burned more calories than a marathon runner’s calves (just as, I’m sure, my brain is doing). I also wonder what’s caused me to feel this run-down.
If you’ve been reading along, you know that I’ve been an annoyingly bubbly cacophony of happiness and joy these past few weeks. If you’ve been reading for a while, you know that I’m not usually like this. I’ve been riding this high, enjoying it for all it’s worth, and loving it.
My bubble is about to burst. I can feel the water tension about to pop!, the inevitable merging of safety and spontaneity looming like a shadow, the necessary quick spurts to resolution becoming tangible and real.
Rob is studying for a spelling test.* Riley has a diaper full of oily turds.** My brother and I have registered for another grueling semester of nursing school in the Philippines. And an unnatural calm has descended upon me. This, my friends, is the proverbial calm before the shitstorm.
* Part of getting a job at a call center. Yup, that’s right: for our RL friends who have debts, if the debt collector happens to sound like Rob, it probably is him.***
** Riley’s pediatrician says that he’s eating enough, but that the foods I’m giving him lack calories, so she’s suggested I add vegetable oil to his veggies. His diet consists of the following: organic meats and veggies; non-processed biscuits, whole grain breads and cereals; lots of tofu, beans, sprouts, and milk. Oh, and water. So basically, what she’s saying is that he eats too healthily?
*** Did I mention that I currently have about $10K worth of debt that I’m paying off? Can you say irony?