They’re asking for me to fill out documents for background checks and references and stuff! I’m so excited - they said they’re going forward with me and that I’ve actually been selected and all that!
This never happens to me ever, guys. I’m actually really excited about this.
I also have two thumbs, my health, and lots of animals.
And soon I will also have my car.
Life’s turning around in the right direction again.
Finally, here’s a stupid question: I’m thinking of starting an ask blog for The Historians, but instead of them simply fielding questions about themselves I’m going to set it up so that the characters can offer help with people’s history homework, history career advice, and that sort of thing. Basically, you’d be able to ask them about their jobs, about history itself, and…well, I guess if you need advice on buying a car Ells is available for that, too. Should I do it?
Except that I feel like I did when I had food poisoning years ago - pains in my stomach that haven’t gone away since they started yesterday (no vomiting this time, thankfully). Of course I’m not allowed to be healthy.
This has been the most ridiculous month and a half.
I’m terrified because this is for a real career-type thing - it’s an entry level position as a historian. I have to work my way up from there, but first I have to get my foot in the door.
This is exciting, but it’s super-scary.
I’ve gone from bronchitis to leftover fluid from the bronchitis to the concussion to a sinus infection in roughly a month.
This isn’t cool, guys. I normally have the best immune system ever, so I’m not sure why it’s been letting me down lately. (I can’t blame it for the concussion, though. I just blame the stupidity of humans who think it’s okay to ‘surf’ on top of other humans.)
I’m feeling a little better today - not as fatigued as I was on Wednesday and Thursday, which is a sign that I’ve turned the corner and I’m starting to recover from my concussion. I’m still pretty much on bedrest, though (couchrest during the day until people get home because I still need to keep an eye on the sheepdogs), so I can’t really go out anywhere - I don’t expect to go out at least until the weekend is over.
I haven’t taken as many naps as I have this past week today so far, which is exciting. I can also look at my computer screen longer and not get teary-eyed or tired, which is also exciting.
I think I’m going to be okay.
It worked last night and it’s working again right now.
This makes no sense whatsoever, but I’m not going to fight it because ICE CREAM.
I’ll be getting a lot of rest over the next few days.
Blogs With Balls is going to be in Toronto this year. I live in New Jersey.
My head says I should rent a car for the drive because nobody wants to put that kind of mileage on their personal vehicle. Additionally, in the case of an accident, my personal car wouldn’t have to be towed all the way back to New Jersey.
But my heart…oh, my heart.
My heart says that Chase is my partner, my teammate. He and I have driven eight hours together before, from Gettysburg to Boston (and eight hours back). I know he can do it. I know we can do it.
My relationship with my Cobalt is starting to border on Richard Hammond’s with Oliver and I am LOVING it.
According to the Mayo Clinic, symptoms include:
I definitely have fatigue and pressure in my head/a headache. My ears also feel a little funny - not full-on ringing, but they don’t feel 100%. Last night, I was also having trouble thinking of words (I accidentally said ‘charades’ when I meant ‘solitaire’), but that could be chalked up to exhaustion, as it was past 11 pm by that point and I’d been up since 6:30 am.
Please, God, don’t let this be a concussion.
Also, I’m never going to a general admission concert again without a full racing helmet and head brace.
After yesterday, in which I took Hayley to see Donald Glover in concert and enjoyed it until I got hit in the head by a crowd diver, I don’t know if I’ll make it, but I’m going to try.
General admission concerts can be scary sometimes. Well, they’re scary when you get hit in the head and can’t breathe half the time, even when the music is good and enjoyable and stuff. But I’m so proud of myself for making it last night!
That’s a nice Sunday, right?
I’ve had Chase since December 2006, and yet this is the first photo of us together.
Chase is a 2007 Chevrolet Cobalt, and he’s my pride and joy.
In theory, I should be able to accomplish these things tomorrow in some capacity:
I’m also going to make fried rice for dinner, but that’s easy to find time for.
Also, if you’re on Twitter, tell Ells she’s cute and watch her get confused.