So does post-travel disease. I'm home sick today with vertigo, nausea, and a fever. Super exciting. I blame the small child I spent my Sunday night red eye sitting next to. The one who kept trying to sleep and slobber all over me. ... Well, that and the sleep deprivation ( Read more... )

I went to Pittsburgh! IT WENT BADLY.

... not... not Pittsburgh, itself. Just the going there part. Pittsburgh was fine. Hopefully next time will go better! Hopefully there is a next time.

( HARROWING! )

Sooo. I've spent the last few days home sick with some sort of stomach bug. AWESOME. (It is not really ( Read more... )

Fortunately, I do not actually appear to be contagious. Still, sound like death. SO MUCH FUN! Actually, one of my coworkers recommended some cold medicine to me, so we'll see how this goes. I am actually breathing through my nose at the moment, which is optimistic ( Read more... )

Working on a music meme at the moment, but haven't made my final decisions yet ( Read more... )

I've been kicked out of my job until I can see a doctor (no, really, they sent me home yesterday after I'd worked a whopping 27 minutes and told me to stay home today, as well, because my struggling to breath was apparently alarming to them). Since they're so on top of things, that'll be 10 this morning 12:45 this afternoon 11:30 tomorrow? Assuming ( Read more... )

'tis the season, or whatever. Winter holidays approach! So I'm putting out my first offering of cards and/or gifts. I draw the cards (not to imply I am much of an artist - I'm really not), which is part of the reason I put the call now. So, who wants a ... [Winter/Hanukkah/Christmas/New Year's/Whatever] Card? And if you want a card, do you want it ( Read more... )

Fine, LJ. You win. I'm not happy about this at all, but you win ( Read more... )

oh hey look more baby spiders in the ceiling. TWO ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SPECIES ( Read more... )

Despite delirious concerns setting in that I was going to die a swift and terrible death by forced dehydration (at 4 in the morning when I finally accepted I was going to be spending the next eight hours as I'd spent the previous eight hours - which is to say, running for the bathroom while wondering how the hell there was still anything left to ( Read more... )