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Poor Baby

January 25, 2010 By: Andrew Category: Whinings

Cough Bark CoughI woke up today and felt like death. My head was throbbing. I was covered in sweat. And when I tried to talk I sounded like Barry White after eating a hearty meal of sandpaper.  Work was not an option as I literally couldn’t will myself out of bed, but when I came to in the early afternoon and started wading through my e-mails, I started to get angry at myself.

What is it about being sick that bothers me so much?

I’ve been like this ever since elementary school. I know what you’re thinking… “What kind of self-respecting nine-year-old wouldn’t have jumped at the opportunity to eat popsicles and watch The Price Is Right all day?”  I had a tendency to get so caught up in thinking about how much information I would be missing and how much work I would have to do to get caught up that it almost wasn’t worth taking the day for myself.

I’m still like this.  Except instead of popsicles it’s hot tea and honey. And instead of The Price is Right it’s anything but The Price Is Right because Drew Carey cannot hold a candle to Bob Barker.

While much of my anti-sickness preoccupation is still centered upon agonizing over how much I’ll have to hustle to get back on top of e-mails and work-related items, I think it has  just as much to do with giving off the impression that I’m not perfect. (Shhhhh… don’t tell anyone.)

Seriously though, I’ve always been so dead-set on pleasing other people and proving to them that I am 100% capable of doing anything and everything passed my way that I forget to take care of myself in the process. Which is really dumb when you think about it. Because when I don’t take care of myself I know for a fact that it almost always leads to getting sicker. And that’s Bad News Bears on a whole new level.

I need to get better at this whole taking care of myself thing. Because, at this point, nobody else is doing it for me!


September 26, 2007 By: Andrew Category: Whinings

Did everyone have to read that book Shiloh in fourth grade? You know, the one with the boy who gets this dog and then the dog dies. If you didn’t have to read it, that’s pretty much the plot (sorry…), but if you did read it then you will be able to relate to a most unfortunate event that happened to me this week.

This is the screen it flashed me... unsettling, right?My iPod kicked the bucket. For the second time this year. I sent out to have it fixed this summer, so $50+ and four weeks later I get it back with the understanding that I had a hard-drive failure. So I reloaded all my songs manually (I didn’t save them to my computer). And what happens this week? The mean hunter (or the car driver… I really don’t remeber the specifics of this Shiloh book…) comes and shoots my poor mp3 player. And now I am a sullen boy without his trusty companion, a must-have in this city.

I really think those sneaky Apple programmers plan on this. They give you just enough time to enjoy your iPod before they push a button that makes it break from Seattle or wherever the crap their sterile, sleek offices are. And the worst part of the entire ordeal is that I still want to turn around and give Steve Jobs $250 for another one. How long do you think I can hold out?