On the bright side of haing pneumonia is that I can eat until I'm stuffed, which right now is more than usualy stuffs me, and lay around on the couch watching TV and DVDs for four days and instead of gaining weight, I lose three pounds. Whether I get to keep these pounds off, I dunno, but it's pretty obvious to me that bondgirl is right -- my body needs fuel right now.

Today I am back at work and it's HARD. The hardest part is the phone, but I'm learning how to take breaths more often, mostly by using almost-forgotten breath control techniques they teach you in choir. I'm only a little dizzy and most of my pain today is female-related, not pneumonia-related, so I'm definitely on the mend, which is nice to know. Now all I have to figure out is when I can haul my ass back into the gym; I'm honsetly itching to do some sit-ups and weight-lifting because, though I may be losing fat, I'm probably also losing tone, and I hate that. I'm probably going to wait until at least next week, but it all depends on when I can speak long sentences without getting out of breath again.

Sigh.

Not sure if I'm going to make it through the whole work day today or not. It doesn't help that i can't belch with abandon the way I do at home. Heh.

Watched a smattering of the Oscars, but I'm really in it for the dresses, which I can find online later anyway. I loved Peter Jackson's "Fantasy is hopefully one f-word that they three-second delay won't remove." though. It made me cry, but then pretty much everything from sappy commercials to online trolls made me cry this weekend, which is way worse than usual (and I usually cry easily). I think it'll be better now, though, since I'm pretty sure I'm not dying any longer.

Yeah. You try and fall asleep when you can't breathe properly and see how reasonable you are.

Saw Thirteen and Lost in Translation this weekend. Tim couldn't make it through Thirteen, as it was too painful for him to watch. I bawled. Very moving and realistic and confirms my personal assertion that middle school is the worst time of life. Lost in Translation was good, but it didn't wow me like it did some of you. I think I was getting couch sores by that point (kidding, but I was sick of laying around watching TV), so it may not have had a fair viewing.

So, anyway, to sum up a rambling journal entry, on the mend, yes, but won't be running to catch the bus anytime soon.

Ta!