Adventures of a Tofu Slut

What's that you say? I've sneezed 4 times in the last hour? I'm a little light-headed? The kleenex box is lighter than it was this morning? The two people sitting closest to me are sniffling and sneezing themselves?

LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU

I broke down and had ice cream. And now I have a headache. I guess it's official - sugar and I are no longer friends.

NOW what am I supposed to use as a substitute for sex??

I think my fan is giving me a headache. Actually, I hope my fan is giving me a headache, since I've had one every day for the past who-knows-how-long, and I'd like something to blame.

Ow.

Anyway, for the curious, I am back from my one-day trip to Montreal. It was extraordinarily wet there, but I was in a sub-sub-basement, so I didn't see much of it. It was a very nice sub-sub-basement, though. I had a somewhat random conversation with my boss over lunch where I think I managed to indicate my interest in having everyone under my control moving up in the world, if there is somewhere to move. So that's good, I suppose.

Meanwhile, I have been perusing the Fringe program. sarcasma, there are zombies! I'm going to post a tentative list soon, in case anyone wants to join me for things, which would be lovely. And I'm going to go to bed, because I got up at 4:30 this morning. Honestly, that seriously doesn't even count as morning. Evil!

Good night, all.

Ok, people keep going home sick today.

*runs and hides from the sickies*

Seriously, there is something going around, and I REFUSE TO CATCH IT. Did you hear that, universe? I am not getting sick!

I need an isolation chamber.

(I also now need more staff, so that actual work can get done, what with everyone at home hacking up a lung. Yargh.)

My head hurts.

I've been getting headaches a lot recently. I guess it's just another side effect of this damn lockout, along with the daily low grade stomach pain and the tendency to burst into tears at random moments. Bleargh.

I've got two part time jobs now: one selling sheet music, just like I did all through high school and university (damn retail), and one courtesy of the awesome mystery_diva, doing something that involves computers and sitting at a desk. Guess which one sounds like more fun! I had my first shift at the music store today. It was fine. Actually, it was really slow, which was just bizarre, because September is the busiest time of the year for a music store (all the kids going back to lessons and band). I'm used to mayhem. This...was not. It'll be fine, though, I'm sure. I think I'm going to be pretty tired for the next few months, though, because I'm going to be working 6 days a week, and really random start times, too.

To celebrate my last day of freedom, I took myself to the cinema yesterday: The 40-Year-Old Virgin. It was (mostly) very funny. I love Seth Rogan. And Paul Rudd. I had all sorts of emotional reactions to it afterward, but they all went away after I watched So You Think You Can Dance (shut up, dancing is awesome). So that's good. Oh, and at the movie there was a preview for Serenity (yay!), which I was actually a little disappointed by (boo!). It looked very action movie, which is not really what I think of when I think of Firefly. I mean, yes, there's action, but there's also lots of stillness, and the character interaction is just as important, if not more. I'm hoping that was just an attempt to draw in people who aren't familiar with the series by giving them excitement rather than quips.

I'm going to bed now. It's a good thing I don't have chronic headaches, because that's my instinctive reaction to the pain: go to bed. Medication? Nah, sleep. Then tomorrow and Saturday I'm at the music store again, and Sunday I have to finish off my last 6 hours of picketing. And then it's a new week and it starts all over again. Yay?

Wow, it's been a while since I posted (a while for me, at least) -- however did you survive?! Your lives must have been completely without meaning with no random rambling from me.

First, things about you. Happy belated birthdays to yiskah and brandnewgun! I hope you both had wonderful days filled with friends and laughter. And cake.

And now, things about me. After all, it is my journal.

I think I am better. FINALLY. ( More health ramblings )

The timing was good, at least, because vestra was back in town this weekend, so it was a weekend of socializing and attempting to stay out of the heat. Because, sadly, we are back to clothing-optional weather, although it's not as humid as it was a few weeks ago. It's amazing how different 31 degrees seems when it's "feels like 33" instead of "feels like 42". However, the fact that it was still 29 degrees out there when I went to bed last night is all wrong.

( Friday night and my favourite kind of socializing ever )

( Saturday, or, The search for air-conditioning )

( Sunday. In which there is not nearly as much nudity as anticipated )

And now it is Monday. I'm at my (air-conditioned) job, I have very frizzy hair, my side of the conference call is all in agreement to disagree with the other side, I braved the heat at lunch in a failed attempt to find a Fringe program, and my keyboard just spontaneously combusted in the middle of me typing. In short, everything is normal.

Aaaaand now I've reached the stage of the pain wherein the pain is no longer enough! No, I get rolling waves of nausea to go with it! So much fun!

I am attempting to distract myself by refreshing the MovieTickets website every 5 minutes, waiting for the tickets to go on sale for the Serenity screening in Toronto on the 23rd. Joy, bliss, etc.

I seriously just spent the last 10 minutes running a cost/benefit analysis with myself. The topic? Real Coffee And The Pain It Will Inflict Upon My Poor Already Overacidic Stomach vs. Real Coffee And The Possibility I Might Stop Falling Asleep On My Keyboard Which Is Embarrassing Because I Am At Work Dammit.

So far my fear of pain is winning, but that might change if I continue in this route of being completely unable to actually FOCUS on the computer screen. Ooh, look, fuzzy letters! Fun!

This morning I drank some Neo-Citron (from my corner store, which I love so very much, although it was cherry-flavoured, which I love not at all) in an attempt to calm my poor throat and aching body, and now I am a walking space cadet.

I seriously could fall asleep with no warning. I did, in fact, put my head down on a pile of CDs when I first got to work, and was only woken up by someone else arriving. I have to work to keep my eyes open because closing them is very dangerous.

On the plus side, I don't feel nearly as sick. Yay?

I'm back at work, and a squash court has been set up in the atrium of my building.

I'm fairly certain those two facts are not causal, but you never know.

Meanwhile, while I was home sick, I went watched 2 episodes of CSI, 2 episodes of The O.C., 2 episodes of The L Word, 3 episodes of The Hour, 2 episodes of Gilmore Girls, America's Next Top Model, Taking It Off, all of season 3 of Red Dwarf (including commentaries, featurettes, deleted scenes, etc.), the last two discs of season 1 of The Wire (LOVE!), commentary on Dogma, the disc of extras for Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, The Fantasticks, the last half of Summer School (shut up, it was on TBS), and Once Upon a Time in Mexico (although I didn't finish OUaTiM - despite Johnny Depp, I totally couldn't get into it and was bored after 1/2 hour). I remember very little of all that.

I also read composer slash. AHAHAHAHA.

Whenever I'm sick, all I really want to do is cut my hair all off. It's fine while I'm hiding out in my house - it doesn't matter what my hair looks like, and I can just put it up and get it out of the way - but that first day when I have to go outside and pretend that I'm well, dealing with my hair is the most exhausting thing ever. It has to be washed, which is tiring enough when I'm sick (because, yes, I have weak spaghetti arms, and the first thing to go when I'm sick is my ability to hold my arms up), but then it has to be taken out of the towel and styled or something, and it's seriously enough to make me want to crawl back into bed. However, what with not having an in-house hairdresser, my hair is intact.

I would really like my spam to stop enticing me with free coupons for Baskin-Robbins and Dairy Queen. Damn you, spam!

So, how were all your weekends?