Bah humbug!
Just spoke to my doctor's office, they think the urgent care doctor was high to think I could go back to work this week at all and have sent a fax to Char (my boss) saying so. More daytime TV for me! ::raspberry noise:: The upside is I can sit up for a couple hours at a time now which drastically alters the scope of "stuff busted penguins can do." I only wish I had a cool scar like Mr. Hartley from not being able to breathe so I could point to what ails me, but just not go through the pain and terror he went through to get his.
And now song lyrics to sum up the agitation I felt October 29th when I was picking up my pnuemonia meds with Spensaur and saw Christmas loot already on sale:
Suddenly it's Christmas,
Right after Hallowe'en.
Forget about Thanksgiving;
It's just a buffet in between.
There's lights and tinsel in the windows;
They're stocking up the shelves;
Santa's slaving at the North Pole
In his sweatshop full of elves.
There's got to be a build-up
To the day that Christ was born:
The halls are decked with pumpkins
And the ears of Indian corn.
Dragging through the falling leaves
In a one-horse open sleigh,
Suddenly it's Christmas,
Seven weeks before the day.
Suddenly it's Christmas,
The longest holiday.
When they say "Season's Greetings"
They mean just what they say:
It's a season, it's a marathon,
Retail eternity.
It's not over till it's over
And you throw away the tree.
Outside it's positively balmy,
In the air nary a nip;
Suddenly it's Christmas,
Unbuttoned and unzipped.
Yes, they're working overtime,
Santa's little runts;
Christmas comes but once a year
And goes on for two months.
Christmas carols in December
And November, too;
It's no wonder we're depressed
When the whole thing is through.
Finally it's January;
Let's sing "Auld Lang Syne";
But here comes another heartache,
Shaped like a Valentine.
Suddenly it's Christmas,
The longest holiday.
The season is upon us;
A pox, it won't go away.
It's a season, it's a marathon,
Retail eternity.
It's not over till it's over
And you throw away the tree.
No, it's not over till it's over
And you throw away the tree;
It's still not over till it's over
And you throw away the tree.
I love that guy and that song as it sums up everything I hate about commercialism and how the people who want me to buy stuff almost make me hate Christmas. Loudon's a folk singer an ex got me into (and yes, he's Rufus Wainwright's dad). I've always had the rule that I don't begin decorating or listening to Christmas music until the day after Thanksgiving, and it's so I don't strangle anyone with tinsel brought on by Post Hype Stress Disorder. Gah!
See? I must be feeling better, I'm railing against something!
[EDIT: Does anyone else who has a plethura of user pics notice that some of them are suddenly missing? Pls let me know if I'm the only one. I'm also having problems with the colors used to ID friends, they're all steel blue now instead the rainbow of flavlor y'all are.]
And now song lyrics to sum up the agitation I felt October 29th when I was picking up my pnuemonia meds with Spensaur and saw Christmas loot already on sale:
Suddenly it's Christmas,
Right after Hallowe'en.
Forget about Thanksgiving;
It's just a buffet in between.
There's lights and tinsel in the windows;
They're stocking up the shelves;
Santa's slaving at the North Pole
In his sweatshop full of elves.
There's got to be a build-up
To the day that Christ was born:
The halls are decked with pumpkins
And the ears of Indian corn.
Dragging through the falling leaves
In a one-horse open sleigh,
Suddenly it's Christmas,
Seven weeks before the day.
Suddenly it's Christmas,
The longest holiday.
When they say "Season's Greetings"
They mean just what they say:
It's a season, it's a marathon,
Retail eternity.
It's not over till it's over
And you throw away the tree.
Outside it's positively balmy,
In the air nary a nip;
Suddenly it's Christmas,
Unbuttoned and unzipped.
Yes, they're working overtime,
Santa's little runts;
Christmas comes but once a year
And goes on for two months.
Christmas carols in December
And November, too;
It's no wonder we're depressed
When the whole thing is through.
Finally it's January;
Let's sing "Auld Lang Syne";
But here comes another heartache,
Shaped like a Valentine.
Suddenly it's Christmas,
The longest holiday.
The season is upon us;
A pox, it won't go away.
It's a season, it's a marathon,
Retail eternity.
It's not over till it's over
And you throw away the tree.
No, it's not over till it's over
And you throw away the tree;
It's still not over till it's over
And you throw away the tree.
I love that guy and that song as it sums up everything I hate about commercialism and how the people who want me to buy stuff almost make me hate Christmas. Loudon's a folk singer an ex got me into (and yes, he's Rufus Wainwright's dad). I've always had the rule that I don't begin decorating or listening to Christmas music until the day after Thanksgiving, and it's so I don't strangle anyone with tinsel brought on by Post Hype Stress Disorder. Gah!
See? I must be feeling better, I'm railing against something!
[EDIT: Does anyone else who has a plethura of user pics notice that some of them are suddenly missing? Pls let me know if I'm the only one. I'm also having problems with the colors used to ID friends, they're all steel blue now instead the rainbow of flavlor y'all are.]