Fucking hiccups. That happens to me from time to time after I eat. Now my chest hurts in addition to the headache/achiness I have. The Commons reeked of roofing tar making the Chinese food I had taste odd. It didn't help that I've felt well, off most of the day. I don't think it's fatigue though it may be. Stress? Probably, but when does that ever go away? I'll tell you when: never.
I spent the better part of this morning working on the planner and my e-mails. I got some article-hunting done for the thesis as well before leaving for lunch to stop by the bank and then the library for yet more books (I think I already have fifteen or so checked out and in a stack on the floor in the living room) on morphology and insults. I told Heather I'd help this afternoon with student scheduling, but with the way I feel, I really just want to go to sleep or lie down somewhere awhile. I don't suppose it helps my mood much that I'm reading a diet book that, while it gives me hope that I might lose weight, also simply reminds me about how much extra weight I'm carrying and how grotesque I feel as a result. I suppose I'd be more accepting of my weight if I were always overweight, but I wasn't. I was thin for a good long while, and thin enough to where the lady in the Counseling Center gave me brochures on anorexia when I went in for help with depression. Thin. Something I lost longer back than my virginity, which unlike the virginity, I'm trying to get back. The headache and weariness aren't making my mood improve, that's for sure. Oh well. I ranted more than I meant to (wanted a quickie about the headache and tar-smelling food), so I'm gonna wander off now.