Ugggh.
I am sick. Work people are having fun at my expense because they say things to me and I stare at them blankly because 1) I can’t hear them and 2) I can’t comprehend what they’re saying anyway. My head is so pressure-filled I feel like my eyeballs are going to discharge from their sockets at any moment with a deafening pop. And then I’m really going to be crabby, and my monitor will be broken. OK, let’s stop whining and back up to see if anything interesting happened this week. Monday night’s party was INSANE and involved a speeding ticket and having to take evasive maneuvers from a jerking-off man in a truck, and me and Kaye and Ellie screaming our heads off, and Steve and Bertine secretly hoping I got arrested so they could post photos on the internet, I know it. Tuesday was a lot calmer, because there was work, then we went out to dinner with Ken at the Edina Grill, then I went back to work. I was at work 24 hours on Tuesday and Wednesday. We had some last-minute things and some clusterfuck things and it seems like too big a coincidence that within two weeks of getting keys to the office, I’m suddenly having to use them. Hmmmm. It wouldn’t have been a huge deal except that I was getting sick and terribly run-down. But! I did find out yesterday that we did fantastically well at this trade show, and everybody’s happy about that. Tuesday night I got home at 11 and got ready for bed. I’d been having a txt-conversation with a friend who was at the NIN show and having a sorta-crisis. I went to bed and we kept talking. The thing is, I get so damn many text messages (I think my friends all have the same universal hate for the phone), that I’m used to being awakened by them at all hours. My txt-free time is between 2am and 6am, basically. So I’m used to waking up, reading, replying, and going back to sleep. I’ll often have long conversations like that and not remember them in the morning, but when I go back and read them, they’re totally lucid and sensical. But Tuesday night I was sick and kind of delirious, so I guess I freaked out after a while and shut off the message beep on my phone, then went back to sleep and forgot about it. Wednesday morning, I dragged my sick ass into work and was promptly drowned in work-issues. I spent part of the day helping Jane set up at the Thunderbird, where I managed to wander into the Northwest mechanics’ union meeting in the wrong conference room. I was dodging TV cameras, so hopefully my superhot staggering ended up on the evening news. I didn’t have time to check my email all day, and the only time my phone rang, it was work stuff. When I finally actually looked at my phone around 7pm, I had six txt messages asking me if I was alive. Oops. Late Wednesday night, I came back to work to check on a script I was running. I estimated it would take 10 hours to run, starting at 4:30pm, but I was nervous. I got up at 6:30am to check on it, and everything looked to be right. I emailed Jane to tell her I had to sleep for another hour or so and then I’d be in. I woke up at 8 and couldn’t stand up. I ended up going to the doctor because I was worried I had strep. My tonsils kept trying to choke me to death. I don’t have strep or the bird flu (I was so set on being Patient Zero in the U.S., too), I just have a regular virus. Today it’s a lot worse, because it’s evolved into the fluid-running-out-of-the-head stage, but I’m at work because I get a little weird about too much time cooped-up at home. Although at home, nobody makes fun of the fact I can’t think straight. Dammit. Anyway! Tonight is the first real Gophers game of the season and I’m going even if I have to go on a stretcher, because I bought a Gophers hoodie to surprise Stephanie. It’s my first sports-clothing purchase ever, and it totally doesn’t suit me, which is awesome. Well, I guess I bought that wrestling tshirt, but that’s because I love those funny wresting dudes. Consider this further proof that I AM A HOCKEY FAN, and I sure as hell better see too many men on the ice tonight. I got a book-present in the mail yesterday and was flipping through it again this morning, but every other page made me cry. Haha. Man. Also! This was my horoscope from one day this week. I don’t know which, because they’ve all blended together. But still, I love it. The radical changes you made last year created a brighter future and a happier you. OK, Jane and Tom are insisting we go to lunch at Luce now. Like I’m gonna argue in my weakened state. Jenni