I'm on day 4 of feeling like I've been hit by a Mack Truck. I went to work this morning, even though I'm a firm believer of "if you're sick go home, I don't want to catch it," which is, I'm sure, how I got sick in the first place. I was sent home, but because I needed the coffee to get me going this morning, which I haven't had for a few days, I can't rest. Lovely.
I've already watched all the shows that will be rerun for the entire week. I attempted to file the paperwork I've had laying around for months, but lack of brain function just forces me to jam everything into folders with generic names such as "Work Stuff" and "Financial" without really looking at it. (I know I actually put coupons in the financial folder, not to mention the unopened envelopes.)
Other than cultivating the pimple that shows up under my nose every time I get sick, (you know what I'm talking about...) I'm bored to tears! I guess I'm going to flip through the same magazine and stare at the same holiday shows as I have done for the last 3 days...I really can't handle anything much more challenging anyway.
I just know that tomorrow I'm going to wake up and feel like rainbows and sunshine. Or at least that's what I'm going to keep telling myself. Stupid optimism.
Monday, December 1, 2008
I read somewhere that fur would look good with plaid. I don't remember where I read it but it got me thinking. Here's a pair that I love but never wear. I had to rummage a bit but was delighted that they were of the "skinny" cut. (I'm not sure my thighs were as excited...) So what next? Not feeling the punk vibe, boots were out, but my preppy high heeled oxfords stood up to the plaid quite nicely. I decided to go simple on the top with a gray t-shirt that doesn't compete with the pants. And the fur collar really does work. A little bling with the spider broach makes the look slightly tougher, but I like it. This is funkier than I can wear to work, but it's perfect for the day off, and off I am to run errands!