October 22nd, 2003


lost thoughts

It's #$(&#^$( SNOWING.
I'm feeling a bit better today, but still under the weather.
I'm at work, and it promises to be a very taxing day.
Later, I have rehearsal in East Bumfus.
Slowly but surely, I'm getting caught up with comments.
Z and the boys are being scouted by Abbey Road Records.
Elliott Smith is dead.
None of these things are strongly related.

My, what big teeth you have.

Vampire hint: Paper and Scrolls is near Olive and 23rd right now, and carries Scrolls of Turning for 500 coins, and Scrolls of Teleportation for 5000 coins.
  • Current Music
    country music from the outer office

A day that will live in famy.

I thought I should note that after three-odd years of being a reasonably-active participant here at livejournal, I have FINALLY received...

my very first anonymous flame!

[insert fanfare here!]

I'm not sure if this was a well-meaning friend falling off a thread, or J. Random Journaler falling off his meds. Perhaps this is merely a case of the wrong window blues. Whom do I know in Cincinnati?

Nevermind. I don't really want to know. It was bizarre and surreal enough to work for me. :)
  • Current Music
    Patsy's "Crazy" in the outer office.

It's not a happy day in ldyland. Not even an electric day.

I am still sick. This is unusual for me.

Office Admin will be out for at least two days because she has WHOOPING COUGH. I thought that went out with stuff like "croup" and "the vapors*!" Apparently it is rather serious, very contagious, and usually takes somewhere between five and twenty-one days to incubate. Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Did I mention that the other girl in the office is pregnant?

It is hailing. Hello, it's Orctober. There should be NO freezing midday precipitation at this point in the calendar year.

My personal email's been down all day. No luff notes for meeee. :(

My boss is making no sense whatsoever. So I'm just making stuff up. It's all part of my job sometimes. Today is a sometimes day.

I have not eaten lunch. I feel woooooooozy. And whooopy.

I like T. S. Eliot. An awful lot, really.

Tonight, I will drive to East Bumfus to rehearse. I'd like to write our Fearless Leader a note explaining the whooping situation, but as I mentioned, the email is down the email is down (whoop whoop whoop). Perhaps I'll call.

I have officially had enough. I am going home.

* Did you start singing "turning japanese," too?
  • Current Music
    whoop! whoop! whoop!

Hey baby, show me your Pertussis!!

I'd called my doctor's office a little after 3p and left a message explaining that I'd been exposed to whooping cough, and asking if I should come in for a culture sometime this week.

They called back at 4:30 and said that the doctor would like to see me at 5:30.

I never see my doctor on the day I call. Heck, I usually get the PA the next day, at best.

Wow, thought I, this must be pretty serious.

Evidently, it is.

I had to wait an hour to see him. He immediately prescribed a prophylactic antibiotic.*

Now, those of you who know me well know that I often flat-out refuse antibiotics, even when I'm sick. And I would normally not even consider them for prophylactic use.

Maybe it's just because I've been exhibiting symptoms for two days. Maybe it's because I saw how sick our office admin was. Maybe it's because I have a bunch of shows this weekend, then two weekends in a row traveling with P, first to the Monstrosity, then to Gator Growl. Maybe it's because this thing could make me miserable (and unable to perform or travel or focus well on work) for a month if I come down with it.

Whatever the reason or reasons, I'll be acting out of character for the next five days.

Zithromax, here I come!

* Say that five times fast.

I asked my doctor if I should try to attend rehearsal tonight. "Listen to your body" he said.

This is kinda funny, since I'm usually the granola-eating, tree-hugging, natural-medicine-espousing, body-listening one.

But I'm not very happy with my body right now. We're not really talking much. The scale said it was over 20 pounds overweight, and I'm holding a grudge.

So, I go outside, and it's snowing like crazy. I listen to my body and it screams "I feel like crap, you stupid twat!" So I call Fearless Leader and make my apologies. Then I head to the apothecary pharmacy.

In the fifteen minutes I had to wait while they filled my prescription, I looked at a zillion things, and ended up buying "biobeads" acidophilus (is it too much to ask for a chain pharmacy to carry refrigerated probiotics?), women's ultra mega vitamins (say whaaa?), kleenex, makin' whoopie pie ice cream (it's a please-forgive-me gift to my body... besides, it's important to take your antibiotics with food, right?), and dice (has anybody seen my yahtzee?). Somehow, I managed to leave without buying makeup. I suspect divine intervention.

Now I've taken my Zithromax, eaten some hummus, and am eagerly awaiting the defrostestation of the Ben and Jerry's.

There was something else I was going to say, but I've no idea what it was. Pity.

I am cosseting. Cosseting, I say!


It's snowing like crazy up here. Soon, I will go back to bed.

In the meantime, this Makin' Whoopie Pie ice cream is gooooooooooooood.

I hope you are all well and happy :) *huggos*
  • Current Music
    Ultra-Lounge - Fever - Peggy Lee