Hitting Rock Bottom

After work yesterday, most of us decided to go have dinner and drinks at Rock Bottom Brewery. First, let me just say that being the one person at the table who truly deserved a drink after the heinousness I've had for the last few weeks but couldn't partake was about the suckiest thing ever. I knew that when everyone else ordered a raspberry fucker or an amaretto sour and I had to get plain old lemonade, I'd feel left out. Thank you, mono, you evil bastard thing. This is what I have to look forward to for the next several months. Yay me. On the positive side, the Cobb salad and key lime pie were outstanding and Thomas made his first appearance at an outside-of-work social event. That kid needs to get out more and I'm glad he's starting to feel more comfortable with telling his wife he's going to hang out with the folks from work once in awhile.

Anyway...um, so, I think I'm allergic to something. I've got hives. All over. And I itch like a mofo. The antibiotics I just finished on Wednesday have something like a 25% chance of causing an allergic reaction in people who are allergic to penicillin and other similar meds, so I'm wondering if that's what it is. Usually, though, if you're allergic to this stuff, you break out in hives or a rash after the fourth or fifth day of taking it. I already took it for 10 days and stopped two days ago but the rash started yesterday. It could just be part of the mono, too. I'm beginning to think this is some kind of conspiracy to keep me from having a social life and turn me into a hermit.

Finally, but certainly not least important, happy birthday to Greg over at Scam City. Hope you party like a rockstar tonight, dude...*doing the 'it's your birfday, gonna party' jig just for him*

It Finally Worked!

I fixed the list issue....new stuff to look at to the left, yo.

I'm tired and my spleen is still being a bastard but feeling good beyond that. I'm done with my cycle of antibiotics (thank gawd!) and I can breathe and swallow like normal. The aliens have gone back to their home planet and I look like my normal self again. Woo haw! I have to work this Sunday which means a 3-day weekend for me next week and the Rose Festival starts tonight. And I got a frickin' hilarious postcard from one Mr. Koji Li yesterday that so made my day. Good times...

First Things First

Can't get blogger to accept my list updates and it's pissing me the feck off. Bastard thing. Ok, done ranting.

I'm feeling enough better that I've already made plans for Saturday: haircut and a rock show. Woo!

And She's Spent

I went to work today and I do believe I'm on the mend. I can't believe how tiring it is to talk on the phone all day, but it was nice to see the residents I really like come in and ask why I'd been out last week. And the folks at work were happy to have me back even if I wasn't at 100%. I'm sure I'll be sleeping goooood tonight.

Sitting Around In My Underwear

This morning I made a deal with someone that I'd sit around in my underwear all day and do nothing for him if he'd go out and have a good time at a fundraiser for me. So here I sit, in my underwear and a t-shirt, about to order back issues of a comic I like and then watch a movie and vegitate. I slept on and off for most of the day so I'm comfortable in a job well done. I only hope he is living up to his side of the deal and having a good time because this sitting around doing nothing stuff has gotten old and I'd much rather be listening to Pink Martini right now than sitting in bed for the tenth day straight.

So Far So Good

I got up at 7:15, just like I'm going to have to tomorrow, and went straight in to take a shower and put on a professional face. After I got out of the shower, I had to sit down to do the hair and makeup thing because just taking a shower and washing my hair is tiring. I got everything I would normally get done by 10 'til 8 done by 8 o'clock, so I'm still a little slow, but if I pick out clothes tonight and remind myself not to get a latte in the morning (the milk makes me cough *pout* ), then I'll have plenty of time to catch the bus and get to work on time. I also have a little more of my appetite back this morning so I toasted some apple bread, poured a cup of applesauce, grabbed a banana (thanks mom and dad!) and settled back into bed since it's still early. This is my last full day of rest and I want to get the most out of it. Besides, I'm still coughing up alien embryos and that wears me out more than anything. The best advice I can ever give anyone is this: Do not get mono.

Learning Curve

So, yesterday I felt decent enough to eat a meal out, walk around in a video store for about ten minutes and ride around in the car for about an hour total. This was a significant improvement on the previous days when I felt decent enough to walk to the kitchen and bathroom and back to my room twice a day. I'm wondering if the improvement had anything to do with the fact that, knowing my parents were coming up to visit, I took a shower first thing in the morning and did something with myself (hair, makeup, changed out of pajamas). The reason I'm thinking this is because today I didn't do any of that stuff and I felt crappy again. I do believe tomorrow will be a science experiment day...and I hope my hypothesis is correct because I have to go back to work on Tuesday one way or another.

Sleeping To Dream

I actually ate a full meal for the first time in almost two weeks tonight. My folks took me to Elmer's, at my request, for breakfast for dinner. Scrambled eggs, bacon and french toast. That was easily three hours ago and I'm still full. I've been craving breakfast food for a few days and even dreamed of sitting in a diner and being served a big plate of french toast. Hopefully, when I dream tonight it will be about sleeping a solid night's sleep and reality will again follow suit with my dreamworld.

Under Pressure

-If I were hooked up to an IV drip I still don't think I could get hydrated enough.
-You know those suction ball doo-jobbies that doctors use to get all of the gunk out of a new baby's nose and throat? I wish I had one of those.
-All the Jello in the world can't make the pressure in my ears go away.
-If after I'm done being sick I never have to spit again, I can't begin to explain how happy I'll be.
-Why does your spleen only make it's presence known in a painful way?
-If someone could come in and remove my tonsils while I'm sleeping (ala the leg removal scene in Monty Python's Meaning of Life), that would be greeeaaaat.
-My mom and dad are coming up tomorrow to spend some time with me and that's the only good thing I have to say about this being sick stuff.

Modern Medicine Rules!

Ok, I felt extra shitty this morning. Or maybe I'd just reached the breaking point with this whole being sick business. A girl can only take so much and keep her sense of humor about it for so long. All I know is that my throat was killing me, I was tired from not being able to sleep well because of it and I cried. I had called last night and then again his morning to the doctor I saw on Monday to have her write up a note and fax it to my boss excusing me from work until Tuesday. I knew I needed to have something more done about my tonsils and I wasn't liking the thought of having them drained if they were in fact abcessed. So I asked my roommate to take me to urgent care because I figured if they were going to have to do it, better to do it sooner than later and give myself a chance to feel better by Tuesday so I actually can go back to work. After two hours there, another negative strep test and two docs and a nurse attending to me, they gave me a steroid shot, two prescriptions (one for painkillers and one for an antiseptic mouth rinse/gargle) and sent me on my way. Oh. My. Gawd. Thank you, thank you, thank you! The steroid shot alone has made my throat feel sooooo much better. The painkillers make you drowsy, so I'm waiting until tonight to take one of those and the mouth rinse should be done after a meal since you can't eat or drink anything for an hour after you gargle. I also have to keep taking the antibiotics until they're gone (as planned) since the docs said they are likely the reason I don't have strep now. Ooh, and they said to eat applesauce, jello and popsicles! I love those urgent care guys!

I Can't Believe it's Over

*We interrupt this post for a special late breaking news update*

Tom Brokaw: We've just received word that the enemy troops are on the move...we now go live to our War On Mono correspondent, Nina Zero....Nina, what can you tell us about the current situation there?
Nina Zero: Tom, the current situation is not pretty. As you know, our troops have been instructed to use chemical warfare in the final effort to avoid having to go in with weapons of mass destruction. At this point, the enemy troops seem confused and scattered, many simply trying to flee the city of Sinuseus altogether. It's difficult to tell at this time if the escaping enemies are indicative of an overall breakdown in the Monoean regime but our troops will continue the scheduled chemical drops until all of the enemy troops are eradicated. I spoke with several of our soldiers earlier today and their spirits are up, their morale is high and it looks like they intend to bring this war to a speedy conclusion. This is Nina Zero, reporting live from Infection Central...back to you Tom.
Tom Brokaw: Thank you Nina for that encouraging update. We will continue to bring you the news as it happens and we now return you to your regularly scheduled post, already in progress.

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and I was so stoked to see Buffy give the amulet to Spike and call him a champion. He's needed to hear for awhile now that all the efforts he's made to become a good person haven't been in vain. Spike's always been my favorite anyway. The whole thing where she tells him she loves him (that actually sounded sincere to me but whatever) and he says no she doesn't but it's nice to hear anyway about made me cry. Poor dude. And I thought it was pretty cool how they ended it without killing Buffy...not that they would have anyway, but still. Giving every girl in the world Buffy's power was a little bit of a stretch, but it was a good way to give Buffy a "normal" life. So, yeah, the series is over and it's a little bit of a bummer but it had to end. Now I have reruns to look forward to...woo!

And The Results Are In

Go me! I called it. The blood test came back positive for mono. The doc said to expect to be sick for the rest of my life. No just kidding. She said I'm going to be sick for the rest of this week and next. After that, I'll gradually get back into the swing of things but will likely feel fatigued for anywhere from 6 months to a year! Whoa. Now, according to WebMD (I love that site, btw), the average gestation period for mono is 4-6 weeks, which means I actually got it 5-7 weeks ago since I've been sick now for a little over a week. We all know how you get mono and if we do the math, it becomes clear who I got it from... that bastard. Ah well, it wasn't intentional and at least now I can never get it again (it's one of those one shot dealies like chicken pox).

Frickin' Hold

While I was on the phone wth my folks giving them the update, the doctor called and left a message saying she had my lab results and that she'd be there until 1:30p. I called her back (1:05p) and sat on hold for 20 minutes (1:25p) waiting for a receptionist to pick up and tell me that the doctor had left for the day. I asked if there was any way I could get my lab results and was told I needed to speak directly to the doctor and that she'd be back in tomorrow morning at 7:30a. Crap.

Waiting For The Call

I called in sick again after I found out they could get me in at the doctor's office this morning at 10:15am. After the preliminary exam, i.e. the poking and prodding portion of the program, she took a throat culture and it came back negative for strep. So, she decided to write me a prescription for cephalexin, which I have to take 4 times a day for the next 10 days, and sent me down the hall for a blood work up to test for mono. I should hear the results of that test later today (she said it's possible, but probable that I have a different virus with similar symptoms). She also wrote me a note for work saying I'm supposed to stay home until Thursday. If the cephalexin doesn't make the tonsils significantly better by then, she wants me to see an ENT specialist because there may be an abcess they'd need to drain. *flashback to when my sister had abcessed tonsils....guh....not pretty or fun for her.* So, I'm hoping, hoping, hoping that this stuff works. Also, my spleen hurts. More news later...

Goodbye SARS, Hello Mono.

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a neighbor, would you be mine, could you be mine, won't you be my neighbor? It's ok, you can't get it from hanging out with me. Unfortunately, you won't be able to kiss me and I know that in my current ultra-sickly oh-so-sexy condition it'll be difficult to restrain yourself, but I'm afraid you'll have to keep your mouth to yourself. Oh and you won't be able to drink out of my glass or share my spoon in the ice cream, but we can get you your own drink and utensils. And you probably shoudn't touch me at all because there's a chance I could rupture my spleen and I don't want to risk it. What? The rash? Oh, it comes and goes but you can't get that either. Don't worry. In about two weeks, I won't be sick anymore. True, I'll still be tired a lot for about two to three months after that, but you like staying in and watching movies all the time right? C'mon, be my neighbor.... please?

Just When I Thought It Couldn't Get Any Worse

Cramps. I've said it before and I'll say it again: My body hates me.

SARS Update

Last night I had a rash all over my hands, arms, legs and feet. I'm worried that I've developed an allergy to Henry's Hefeweizen. When I'm sick, a beer or two usually makes my throat feel better and I sleep like a baby. I only had about 1/2 a bottle last night before I started itching and noticed my hands were puffy and red. I went straight to the bathroom, took a shower and about an hour later it was mostly gone. I never went back for the beer because I knew I needed to take more of that flu medicine before I went to bed and mixing the beer and the medicine is bad. However, I'm beginning to wonder if the residual meds from the night before are what brought the rash on after the beer. All I know is this: I can't, repeat, CAN'T be allergic to beer. That is simply unacceptable. That's almost as bad as if I were allergic to bread. Or ice cream. Or air.

Anyhoo, I'm feeling a bit better today except for the cough and sore throat. I've been able to sleep pretty well the last two nights and I'm sure that's helped. Oh yeah, buying a new IKEA bathroom set on Ebay has helped too.

Alright, Maybe It *Is* The SARS

Is it normal for your tongue to be spotty and white gunk to be oozing out of your tonsils? No? Huh. Good thing I still have my sense of humor. I finally picked up Tylenol Flu, Listerine (yes, Mom, I really did) and a new bottle of Aleve, all of which I'm taking tonight. Oh yeah, and I got Chicken in a Biscuit 'cause those crackers are the shizznit and animal crackers 'cause I like those when I don't feel good. Don't laugh! I'm sick, dammit! You know what? Screw you! When my sheets are done in the dryer I'm takin my animal crackers and going to bed! =P

That's A First

I went into work today only to be told I should go home. Mind you, it was 1:30ish when I was told this by my boss. She had been in a meeting all morning and had only just returned a few minutes before she said I looked horrible and should go home. So much for being a trooper and making an effort to stick it out all day. It's probably for the best though. I need all the rest I can get. I've promised I'd help Chris and Sean move into their new place up here in P-town this coming weekend, so I need not only to be ready to help move, but also to help drink when the moving is done. I may be sick, but I've still got my eyes on the prize... . woohoooo *cough hack sniffle*...ahem.

Well, At Least I Don't Have SARS

I called in sick today. It's the first time in about two years. After waking up a few times last night in a cold sweat, I knew I wasn't going to subject anyone else to whatever this thing is. Plus, when I got up to take a hot shower to try clearing my head with the steam, I caught a good look in the mirror and wasn't real thrilled with what I saw. I look like a puffy-eyed troll. When I called my boss and told her what was going on, she said I had the same thing she had when she called in sick last week. I know I shouldn't feel guilty about calling in since I really am sick and I don't want anyone else to get sick because of me, but I hate not going to work. I don't like to make extra work for the people who are there and Mondays are a short staffed day as it is. Guh.

Cold wash cloth for the puffy eyes, hot tea for the chest and head, tiger balm for the achy muscles and I should be back in business by morning. Now someone entertain me because I hate being cooped up here with nothing to do and no one to talk to, dammit.

Habby *cough, clear throat, sniff* Buther's Day

Though I tried to deny it yesterday and went out anyway, I am officially sick. You can only lie to yourself until you wake up with Sahara desert dry mouth, swollen glands just below your ears and several of your consonant sounds start to come out as "b"s. You're not deaf, just sick. May as well accept it, drink as much lemon tea and eat as many oranges as your scurvy-free body will let you. Luckily for her, Shauna left today for Chicago and won't be back until Saturday so she won't have to be subjected to me being a whiny little bitch. Remember the scene in When Harry Met Sally where they're on the phone and Harry starts moaning and continues even after they hang up? Yeah, that's me today. But I digress.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!! *hugs and kisses*

I'll Take "Stupid Moves" For $1000, Alex...

I went to NW 23rd today to look at frames for the glasses I still need but haven't gotten. There's a place over there called Reynolds and all of their frames are ultra trendy and ultra spendy. Of course, I found a pair I liked that looked good but about had a heart attack when I looked at the price of the frames alone ($250!!!!). I had them write down the info, keep it on file for me and left with my bank account still intact. I started walking back downtown on Burnside and as I walked by Jeremiah's store, I found myself compelled to go in and say hi. I told him I was on my way home from shopping and just wanted to see if he was still being a bastard. Very smooth. Funny enough, he said yes....no offense to me...but he's just a bastard. He had to answer the phone and I was just going to go without saying anything but ended up waiting and actually talking to him for few minutes. He was pretty much his normal self and even teased me about something I said. At that point, I had to get out of there. What I want to know is why does that guy have to be so damn charming? He really is a bastard.

In other news, I'm dressing up and going out with the single girls from work tonight. Dudes beware.

Hot Wax and You

So, I've been thinking again about going to school to become an esthetician. The only thing holding me back is the Brazilian bikini waxing dealie. Guh.

I'd Like To Thank The Academy...

Today, my company had it's regional quarterly brunch - 2 hours of food and games designed to encourage interaction between the various area properties' staffs and recognize the outstanding staff members with a mock awards ceremony. I would like the record to show that I already had a speech prepared thanking the Academy and all the little people (and by little I do mean short) who helped me get to where I am today, but I didn't win squat. I wasn't an outstanding achiever in any category nor was I selected to participate in the Who's Line Is it-a-thon that preceded the awards distribution. Am I complaining? Not a chance. Know why? A resident brought me a miniature rose plant the other day to thank me for going above and beyond for them while they were on vacation. Yesterday, a resident was annoyed enough that someone had been rude to me that he offered to call me right before I went home to tell me how wonderful and appreciated I am. My co-workers all signed a card the other week for me to let me know how much they appreciate everything I do for them each day. Did I need to be acknowledged in front of the entire regional staff? Nope. I know I'm appreciated. That's better than any goofy award.

Deeply Romantic Thoughts

Every morning, I wake up (unencumbered by pajamas, thankyouverymuch) and think to myself, "Today is the day I will meet The One." Sadly, every night I go to bed without having met Jet Li or Keanu Reeves. Damn.

Questions and Answers

I don't know what possesses me to answer these questionaires but I can't help myself. In case you ever cared to know any of this stuff, here:

1. Are all drugs bad? Take two Aleve and call me in the morning.
2. Are rules ever meant to be broken? Nope. Doesn’t stop people from breaking them though.
3. Best site? Worst site? It’s a toss-up between the hamsterdance page and the all your base are belong to us page…for both.
4. Can hamsters fly planes? Um…no. They can dance like their pants are on fire though.
5. Complete the sentence: I just can't stop ______ listening to Justin Timberlake’s song “Rock Your Body” so somebody shoot me.
6. Describe the color "Red" in your own words, without using the word "Red" in your reply. Well, ok, you know the color the sky turns when the sun is setting or the color cherries turn when they ripen or the color of a Big Gulp cup? Yeah, that’s it.
7. Do we reside in our body or our mind? Both.
8. Do you believe in Community or Anarchy? Community
9. Do you believe in the Matrix? I believe The Matrix is a badass movie…
10. Do you jive? Whatchoo talkin’ ‘bout Willis?
11. Do you love your nifkin? That’s an awfully personal question…
12. Do you play any instruments? if so, what? Used to play piano, but now I just sing in the shower.
13. Do you read the bible? Nope…three times was more than enough for me.
14. Do you think anyone with the initials JD is cool? Besides the guy from Scrubs, I don’t know any JDs.
15. Do you wear pyjamas to bed? Or what? No way…I wear pajamas around the house and then take them off to go to sleep.
16. Does this look like a rash to you? Don’t touch me.
17. Dude! Where's my car? I’m not playing your Chinese take-out games.
18. Got a favourite cartoon character? Invader Zim
19. Have you been saved? Saved from what?
20. Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? No, but this one time, at band camp…
21. Have you ever felt that you'd amount to something someday? I’ve always been something so I’ve never thought about it.
22. Have you ever sucked dick for crack? huh?! well....have you? Not for crack…wait, did I just type that out loud?
23. Hottest human being? After last night’s SNL, Ashton Kutcher jumped up there with Angelina Jolie and this guy I know…
24. How many pairs of left shoes do you have? I don’t have any pairs of left shoes. What kind of crackhead question is that?
25. How many tee shirts do you have? I have no idea…. A lot.
26. How much coffee do you drink anyway? More than I should, but not as much as most people I know.
27. How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? <---- Have you ever actually seen a woodchuck? Do you even know what chucking wood is? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
28. How would you solve world hunger? I have no idea.
29. If I were to rummage through your handbag or briefcase whilst you went swimming, what might I find? The real question is, who in the hell brings their briefcase to the swimming pool? But anyway…you’d find my wallet, a bunch of lipgloss, some old receipts and my keys.
30. If you could meet one person from past history, who would it be and why? I don’t want to meet anyone from history….they’d be all dead and crusty…eww.
31. If you could take a lifetime supply of one flavour of Popsicle on a desert island that you'll be stuck on forever, what flavour would it be? Lemon
32. If you like the Beastie Boys at all, which would you say is their best album? Check Your Head is my favorite, but I love Hello Nasty and Paul’s Boutique too.
33. Is guerrilla art/public space reclamation justifiable? Justifiable? Not really…but I dig it anyway.
34. l33t or street? Say wha?
35. Madonna Created Sex. True or False? False. Madonna had a lot of sex, made a book called Sex and has a bunch of songs people could have sex to, but she didn’t create sex.
36. Pencil or pen? I refuse to choose. I must have both.
37. Pets: dogs, cats, or dinner? Dogs.
38. Photography: colour or black & white? I like both….damn you with your pick one or the other questions!
39. Plexus, Nexus, or Sexus? Um, yeah….so how about those Trailblazers, huh?
40. Smoke? You couldn’t pay me enough money.
41. Soda, or Pop? Soda.
42. Spanking the monkey. Good fun, or animal cruelty? Spank it!
43. Stupid is as stupid does? Nah…just ‘cause you do something stupid doesn’t mean you are stupid.
44. What are you listening to? Right this second, I’m listening to my friend’s band’s cd, the washing machine on the spin cycle, the buttons of a shirt hitting the inside of the dryer, and my roommate talking to me.
45. What are your goals in life and work? Just to be happy in whatever I do.
46. What colour are the walls of your bedroom? White…blah.
47. What colour are your shoelaces? Black.
48. What did you dress as for Halloween this year? Dead prom queen. I couldn’t take the pressure…ha.
49. What do you like about your neighbourhood? It’s close to everything, but still quiet.
50. What films do you recommend? Office Space, Guy Ritchie’s stuff, Kevin Smith’s stuff, John Hughes’ 80’s movies, Midsummer Night’s Dream (most recent one), Run Lola Run, …..so many more…
51. What is the airspeed of an African swallow? Really damn fast.
52. What is your dream job? Fashion editor for a magazine or make-up artist for movies.
53. What is your favourite book? All time favorite is Alice in Wonderland
54. What kind of music first grabbed your crotch, and rocked your little world? 80’s Euro pop….The Cure, Depeche Mode, Joy Division, The Smiths….woo!
55. What makes people think you are interesting? People think I’m interesting? Who knew?
56. What makes you happy? Rainy days, ice cream, clean sheets, a good book, music and the people I love.
57. What shoes are you wearing? No shoes at the moment…just socks ‘cause my feet get cold.
58. What stimulates you the most? Music and a good conversation.
59. What the fuck? Don’t make me come over there.
60. What time do you go to bed? Between 10pm and 2am….except this past Friday when I went to sleep at 7am.
61. What was your 15 minutes of fame? I haven’t had my 15 minutes yet.
62. What would we work for them do? <--- Is that even English?
63. What's the first swear word you learned? And how old and where were you when you said it? Asshole. I have my father to thank for that. It’s his favorite word. I knew this when I was about 4.
64. What’s the longest palindrome you can think of? That They Might Be Giants song "I Palindrome I" just keeps running through my head…thanks a lot.
65. What, pray tell, is your current occupation? (we promise to not judge you by your job.) Front office admin/accts payable for a property management company (on-site at a downtown high-rise community)
66. Where have all the cowboys gone? They’ve converged on Montana and are plotting a global beef industry take over.
67. Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? Last I heard, she was being chased across Morocco by some 5th grader on tv…
68. Where is your mother right now? Probably at her house.
69. Which city/country stole your wallet, and why? Between NYC, LA and London, I rang in Y2K broke as Hammer, yo.
70. Which people do you most respect? Anyone who lives their life doing what makes them happy.
71. Who do you NOT admire? There are a lot of people I don’t admire….but I’m not the admiring type….
72. Who has the worst disguise in superhero history?? The Hulk. Those frayed pants are sooo 80’s hair band.
73. Who’s the daddy? No comment.
74. Whose work might you say has influenced you? Most of the music I listen to influences me in some way….
75. Why not have some cake? It is really delicious, moist and sweet but not so much so that it is sickly... go on, have a slice...... <--- Are you taunting me? If I say ok, will you actually let me eat it? Because I’ve had about enough of your little mind games… you know what? Never mind. I don’t want any of your damn cake.
76. You have 24 hours to live, what do you do? I’d die in 24 hours. Duh.
77. Your favourite colour is? Black
78. Your favourite brand? Why? Don’t have one….though if I were rich and famous, I’d be sporting the designer duds like there was no tomorrow.

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In other news, people around town will be celebrating all weekend the smack down that Mexico once upon a time layed on France. Not that folks need an excuse to get liquored up, but any time the French get spanked is cause for rejoicing. The party is down on the riverfront and the tequila and Sol cervezas will be flowing. One, two, cha cha cha...

The Ohm

Guess who I saw for the first time in almost two weeks this morning? Michael! Woo! He reminded me about his band's show at the Ohm this weekend so I'm gonna go. This time, I'm gonna stick around for a beer or two with him. Why? Because I can. I'm remembering now why I like being single.