february 23!
wooo!
heh 23 must be my lucky number...
my last start date was june 23

in other news..i have a dr appt today!
woooo!
thank GODS!

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work was REALLY long today...
not because of work itself, but because of this cough...
the pain its causing in my abdominal/chest/back/neck/shoulder muscles is almost unbearable...

we went to the auto show tonight.
i got to see the boeing eclipse...it was painted kinda funny (albeit blue), but it was pretty for a convertible
i took lots of pictures...so stay tuned
i wish there were more classics there...i really need to find the hot rod shows next year...i always hear about em after the fact, dammit.

we got home and i realized when chad told me about the dog peeing on the floor he never mopped it...
there was also snow melting salt ALL over the bathroom, which is really bad for the dog...
for one, its caustic for his feet, and 2...what if he'd ingested some? gah!
so i swept, then i figured id mop...only to get the floor all wet and soapy and have the mop fall apart..
sooooo....i had to finish with paper towels on my hands and knees...NOT how my lungs needed to be abused tonight.

chris went to bed a little while ago, and im here trying to relax enough to be able to actually sleep...and avoid another scene like last night...please,lungs, let me sleep!

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these thoughts.
these feelings.
these ideas.
how do i sort them?
how do i separate the real ones from the exaggerations?
how do i know?
why does this road feel like its narrowing?
hold me?

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For NFL fan whose teams have not make it to play this day, it was a day of mourning of sorts, but still a day to be proud. ACME today was full of Eagles shirts. At Wing Street we saw a poor lonely purple jersey cloaking a very depressed looking Vikings fan carrying home 2 pizzas.
The game itself was pretty exciting for not really caring who won, especially the first half. The rain made the whole affair a little more of a challenge, and I like to see both sides struggle for control. For a while I wondered if maybe the Colts had hired inept stuntmen to play in their stead, but they eventually realized they were, indeed, playing int he Superbowl, and their performance greatly improved.
The halftime show was a bit disappointing. I've grown accustomed to having not only one former star who refuses to die, but also a strange hodgepodge cocktail of current stars to support him. Where were the Brittney Spears and Tim McGraw combos? Where were well...anything but Prince covering the Foo Fighters? I did think that the silhouetted image of Prince with his symbol shaped guitar illuminated on a giant, air-raised sheet....made him look like he had a giant hooked cock..there, I said it. The orchestra didn't play much, but they got to thrash dance their instruments around. I did notice ONE kid who had no blacklight responsive piping on his uniform. He must have had mono that day. All in all, I kept expecting something more to happen, and it didn't. For shame, Pepsi halftime show, for shame.
The second half of the game wasn't really as exciting as the first, but it wasn't too bad. My square didn't win me any money, but I didn't really expect it to. I had some pretty hoop dreamed numbers. They would've required an improbable amount of safeties. Oh well, maybe someone won something. Oh ya...the Colts won the Superbowl. Hah.

That's it. Carry on.

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so i went to work today...my fever came down to a safer temperature, so i bit the bullet and went in..not that i felt appreciated for it when i got there...jesus, today was a day of impatient, outright nasty people...i missed my bus, so i stayed on the clock an extra 45 minutes and made us $200.

i got home, myspace STILL wont let me on (my cookies ARE enabled you whore!), and i started feeling sick again. suddenly i felt extremeley lonely and emotionally displaced. chris is out, no ones online, the myspace thing kinda sent me over the ledge of reason...then i cried because i was a pathetic loser crying over myspace. grrr...

so here i am...my temperatures back up to 100...im sore, im cranky...im lonely...bad combination, folks. im sorry if i lash out at you.

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I reached the pinnacle (thus far) of my sickness today.

I wake up feeling sore...everywhere. From there I discover nausea and a headache to top the richter scales, accompanied by coughing fits that make my brain joggle around in my skull. These coughing fits do two things. One, they make the soreness turn from annoying to almost unbearable, meaning I almost cry, pass out, or scream. Two, I am now convinced theres a tiny fluffy kitten stuck in my chest, and he is vehemently trying to claw his poor little way out of my solar plexus. It hurts to breathe, it hurts to talk, and it hurts to cough...and EVERYTHING makes me cough. Somehow I manage to make it through a six hour shift with only relative issues. My photography was off due to a combination of feeling like death-on-a-stick and a couple really hectic children. I like how my photography and work in general is only discussed when there are problems. I also like how when I have a good sitting the praise is lavished on the person who made the sale. I don't mind my inconsistencies being brought o my attention, I only ask for equal acknowledgment that I also produce beautiful work, and that sittings do not always give me the opportunity to make everything perfect. If the block was the only thing keeping him IN the box before he threw it out, I can't help that it remained on the floor next to the box for the brief time he smiled and stayed put.

But I digress....
I get home and immediately go to bed, where I sleep until Chris wakes me up to go with him to the grocery store. We spend an hour at ACME....an excrutiatingly painful hour I might add..A couple times I almost sit on the floor until someone decided to carry me home in a shopping cart, but I stick it out, and finally we make it home.

If I thought I could sleep, or that lying down wouldn't cause further pain, I's go back to bed. I told Chris I'd cook ravioli tonight, but I'm not sure it's going to happen. Sorry, hunny.

*coughhackcough* out.

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