Underneath my yellow skin

Rebooting My AI

I went to taiji for the first time in a few weeks. I knew I would have to take it easy, but I wanted to at least move a bit. I’m still doing my taiji routine every morning, but I’ve paired it down during my sickness. On my way, I stopped at the pharmacy to pick up some pills (not illness related), and when I got to the studio, I couldn’t find my key fob. I don’t need it to drive, and I normally keep it in a certain pocket of my purse. I looked in other places in my purse, but I couldn’t find it. I wasn’t too panicked because I can’t drive if the fob is too far from the car, but I was getting frustrated about not being able to find it. It wasn’t on the car seat (it’s fallen there before), so where could it be? In desperation, I checked the pocket of my sweats. It was there.

That’s how I know my mind is foggy. I never put my key fob in my pocket–except when I’m sick. It’s as if my synapses are not firing properly, and i takes all of my energy to do any one single simple thing.

Class was good. I pushed myself, but not too hard. I really don’t want to relapse, and overextending myself is a sure-fire way to do it. After class, I stopped at the co-op on the way home. I hate shopping on a regular day, and it’s even worse when I’m sick. Maneuvering around people who thoughtlessly block the aisles for no discernible reason is one of my biggest pet peeves. I’m aware I’m a grumpy bitch when I get sick, so I try to keep that  under control. It’s not easy, though, when I’m expending so much energy in simply getting to point A.

Anyway, I’m going to chill for the rest of the night. Here’s a video of Lindsey Stirling and Peter Hollens LARPing as Skyrim characters (while playing the violin/singing the theme to Skyrim).

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