学園病 (Gakuen-byou = Gakuen sickness)

Black sesame genmai flakes taste great, and leave the milk a particularly nasty shade of grey. Man, if I had peeled myself out of bed a leetle faster, I could have made pancakes.

Paku is still not eating, and he is favouring his right hind leg, which is where he got the injection. A few minutes ago, he tried to jump up onto the kitchen table, but didn't make it - instead, he fell to the ground and looked embarrassed. He's on my lap now, and he's got the tremblies.

I would like to stay home with him, but seriously doubt my coworkers would accept 'sick cat' as a valid reason for staying home. I am, however, going to start laying the groundwork for calling in sick on Wednesday. I look and feel pretty gross, I must admit.

Slight delay on the putting up photos front - I forgot that ericainjapan is an unpaid account, so there is no scrapbook feature. I could just upload them to my skandrae scrapbook, then link them, but the whole reason I have ericainjapan is so my parents can't trace back to skandrae, where I swear and talk about smut and am generally a miserable little bag of emo whinging.

Sweet Buddha, it's cold. I can see my breath as I type this...that hasn't happened for a while now.

Well, I guess I'd best be off. Stupid work.

I'm too easy on myself, sometimes

I think I am suffering from teh hayfeverz now. This is further proof that Japan has it in for me.

I am trying to get the energy up to go to the gym tonight. I really never managed to get back on track after the holidays, and I know I should go, but my head is all stuffy, and my face is sporting a number of unsightly blemishes (thank you, stress-related acne, I'm almost 30, for cryin' out loud), and I just want to crawl into bed right now. Blargle argle whine.

Bathroom. Smoke. Pack bag. Get on bike and GO!

Note to self

Dear skandrae,

While I applaud your cunning in making shrimp sushi from things you bought at the grocery store (pre-cooked prawns and a packet of cooked rice), may I humbly suggest that, in the future, you use a lighter hand with the wasabi?

It's like my sinuses have been cleared by blowing holes through the top of my head and out my eyes.

Lots of love,
your tired and aching ('cuz I worked us out, old skool) body