My Own Private Leopard Colony.
2005-04-24 5:01 p.m.
Man, oh man. When it rains it pours. I haven't been updating because I've been sick and my entries would sound like this:
Dear diary. Today I woke up, took some medication, slept, watched Law and Order, took more medication, ate lunch, watched some anime, took a nap, swallowed some more medication, whined on the phone to my mother, ate dinner, took another handful of medication and went to bed.
Yeah, not very exciting. Well, something exciting did happen yesterday. I broke out in spots all over my body. This is a side view of my ribs and these are my legs. WTF? My face, forearms and hands were luckily spared. It looks like I have another antibiotic that I'm allergic too. Don't ever feed me Keflex, no matter how much I beg for it. I itch like crazy. Luckily, I was able to take 38 of the 40 pills so I'm pretty sure that I at least killed the infection. Now my body is just trying to attack itself. Stupid body. I don't think polka dots are even in this season. Damn it. I'm starting my own leopard colony. Only people with spots are invited.
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Have a blessed day.
2005-04-20 12:34 p.m.
Your Linguistic Profile: |
| 70% General American English |
| 10% Dixie |
| 10% Upper Midwestern |
| 10% Yankee |
| 0% Midwestern |
I find this particularly amusing. I grew up a military brat and my family was stationed in Alabama when I started learning how to speak. As soon as my father heard his little girl yapping with a severe southern twang he put in for a transfer. We made it to Texas, then Los Angeles, and eventually we settled in the Pacific Northwest which is where all my memories of childhood begin to kick in.
For awhile I used to work exclusively with clients in South Carolina. I found myself mimicing their speech patterns without meaning too. It would be kind of embarassing too, because sometimes they'd think I was making fun of them. D'oh! What I found particularly amusing is that they would never use my last name. They'd call me Miss Kungfukitten, without even knowing how old I was. They'd also tell me to have a blessed day. A lot. Even their voicemail at work would go on and on about having blessed days. I could hardly believe it. You couldn't get away with leaving anything remotely religious on your voicemail in Oregon. Unless you worked for a church, perchance.
5 People have tried to sell me ViagraNot Contagious.
2005-04-20 9:08 a.m.
If you ever want to keep people out of your cubicle, tell them that you have a bacterial form of the mumps. Seriously, no one wants to be anywhere near me today. It's like I'm Typhoid Mary. Maybe it�s because I work with a bunch of hypochondriacs who read medical records all day. Whatever it is, I�m going to hold onto this scam for as long as I can. Just think of how much goofing off work I can get done today. I know for a fact that I�m not contagious. I�ve probed the tonsils of a certain guy repeatedly last week and he�s perfectly fine. No one is going to get infected by stopping by my cubicle and borrowing the white out.
Memo to self: paint fingernails with white out for business goth look.
Let's hear it for sloth!
2005-04-19 8:44 p.m.
I should probably go back to work soon or my boss is going to hire a replacement and give away all the cool crap in my cubicle shrine. I spent another day entirely in bed or on the couch. I woke up at 7:00am. Took a nap from 9:00-12:00, ate lunch then took a nap from 1:30pm-3:30pm. I was semi-conscious from 3:30-6:30pm while I watched some Tivo but I don't really remember what I watched. The cats took shifts sleeping with me. Trinity had the morning shift and Loki took over during the afternoon. Tomorrow I absolutely have to go back to work. I'm hoping that I've gotten all this sloth out of my system and that my body has sucessfully killed all rogue bacteria. *yawn* Is it time for bed yet?
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2005-04-18 6:31 p.m.
The weekend was spent 3/4 in bed or on the couch sleeping and the other 1/4 being social or productive. These antibiotics are wiping me out. Usually I take antibiotics and they make me feel like a god damn superhero. The swelling on my face has gone down to nothing and my jaw feels better. I'm just exhausted and want to sleep all the freaking time. I even called into work today so I could sleep and negotiate with my HMO. *yawn*
On Friday night I had dinner with my parents and took them to see the play "O Lovely Glowworm" at Portland Center Stage. The story was a little esoteric. I was worried that my parents wouldn't like it. Afterall, the play is from the point of view of a stuffed goat in a garbage dump in Dublin around 1920ish. But it seemed that everyone had a good time. My father even got scolded by an usher for touching the stuffed goat during intermission.
On Saturday night I had the pleasure of meeting the beautiful Letaboo who was visiting Portland. I met her and her boyfriend for drinks at Henry's Tavern. I was under the impression that Henry's would be quiet and slow on a Saturday at 5:30. Boy was I wrong. It was loud, crowded and dark. By a stroke of complete luck I managed to score a table by the back door that was well lit. I had to fight off an agressive looking frat boy for it, but I there was no way in hell I was giving up that table. I would have make him fight for it if I came to that. Heh. Sunday I was lame and cancelled meeting with my writing group in favor of losing consciousness on the couch for all the afternoon. I took a three hour nap today and I swear I coud easily go back to bed.
So lame.
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