June 12, 2000
Guilt and Taco Hell
Well. Today was supposed to be a productive day for taking care of all sorts of things I couldn't get done before and after work. Like apartment hunting and taking care of some car stuff. And therapy.
Supposed to be. Well, I did at least manage to call in. That's about all I managed to get done today. I don't know if it's the weather (which is currently cool and rainy), or all the heat and activity of the weekend, but I've been comatose for most of the day. I sat in front of the computer and fell asleep, then crawled off to bed and slept for several hours. I still feel out of it. My legs hurt like hell. I can't figure out what I did. The backs of my thighs and my calves hurt. The backs of my thighs? I don't get it.
I spent most of yesterday doing some long overdue housecleaning. It suffered from extreme chaos (translation: Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome -- I forget where I stole that from). If anything, I think it was hotter (or at least muggier) than Saturday. Then last night Jo and Eric came over. I always forget when people aren't around how much fun I have when they're here. We watched Labyrinth, which Eric had never seen. He liked it in spite of himself, I think. Then I introduced them to Tribe 8. (You didn't really think I'd go an entire entry without mentioning that, did you?) Yes, it's sad but true, I'm now running two different games. They made up their characters, and we talked a lot about the game world as a whole. I think they're going to enjoy this. I know I will.
Somewhere during all that, we decided we were hungry. It was almost midnight, and I knew that anyplace that delivered to my house had long since closed. So we piled into Eric's car at about 12:30 and went hunting for something that was still open. Needless to say, at nearly 1am on a Sunday, there was very very little open in this area. Another reason to miss Ann Arbor. We drove and talked and drove and ended up in an area of Westland that I was unfamiliar with. I was sure we were going to get lost. Jo's eagle eye managed to spot a Taco Bell, and we zoomed over there. There's a new trend in Taco Bell drive-thrus: a pre-recorded greeting. This big cheerful voice greeted us and invited us to try a combo meal, so Eric started talking, then another, slightly less enthusiastic voice jumped in. "Oh," said Eric. "I thought I was just talking to you."
"Nah, man, that's just a recording." Then he proceeded to do a wickedly hysterical imitation of the big cheerful voice: "Welcome to Taco Bell, thank you for choosing us!, etc etc." Jo and I were rolling around hysterically in the car. The four of us had a good time getting the order placed. Then before giving us our total, he said, "Is there another car behind you?" There was, and we told him so, then he gave us our total. Driving up to the window, I asked, "Would it have been less if we'd said no?"
Apparently we'd gotten there just as they were closing. We were the last customers, unfortunately for the people behind us. I have to admit, I haven't had that much fun at a drive thru in a long time. I need to see my friends more often, I think.
I'm feeling extremely guilty for missing therapy and not getting anything done today. I need to call and reschedule the therapy appointment tomorrow, in addition to getting a lot of things done that I didn't do today. I have to admit though, taking a nap on a rainy afternoon felt really really good.
Posted by Lisa at June 12, 2000 09:51 PM
