A LOT Later, It Seems
Okay, so I expected to have this up, oh, a week ago. I wasn't expecting the slight cold I had been nursing that prior week (including that day I was out, celebrating the warm weather and sunshine) to turn into the cold from hell. (on a side note, I'm starting to wonder if I'm starting to develop allergies now... I've never had allergies before, but as this has been the 3rd cold since the beginning of the year (and usually I'm good for just about ONE a year), I am, of course, starting to look at other things. Like maybe these past two colds haven't been colds.)
Anyway, I'm still nursing it... but I'm well enough to go back to work (I was out all last week. Not the kind of vacation I like to take... especially considering I only had about 10 hours worth of sick time built up)... truth told tho, I'd rather be sleeping. In that nifty drug-induced slumber that only 'Tussin can provide.
On the other hand... maybe not. Those drug-induced sleeps can give a body the wierdest dreams. Hell, I was dreaming -in- my dreams. I woke up with a sense of both redundancy and deja vu. Not an easy thing to do, considering especially that I don't usually remember any of my dreams (and even the pieces/parts I sometimes remember get really hazy after being up for about an hour or so).
In any case, I was dreaming that I had woken up from another dream, with a sense of slight urgency to call someone. I remember asking "Are you home yet?" and then waking up. For real this time. Was very wierd. Of course, I was still feeling a little druggy when I did wake up, so there's the convienent scapegoat.
The subject of the dream doesn't surprise me, either. Not with the amount of times the name had been coming up recently. -shrugs-
On the plus side: I wasn't feeling so bad about not being on vacation in St. Croix with Buddha. Would not have been a happy thing for me to have been that sick and miserable... and out of the country at the same time. Flashbacks of Vegas for me. (okay, Vagas is still in the country, I know that... I'm just compounding that with the idea that I would have been out of the country had I been rabid fan-girl this past week.) They had their last gig this night as I was getting ready to go to work. I told Bob I wanted lots of blackmail pics ;) I will, of course, settle for any photos of 'em.
But I get to see 'em live at Mr. Beery's on the 25th this month. Yay.
Finally got to see Avenue Q this past weekend. Was supposed to go last year (got tickets as a gift... Christmas, I think... could have been birthday... I can never remember these things) with Michele and company... but due to the whole back thing that I am SO done with whining about, I wound up not going (and my ticket went with a worthy person in my place). I almost didn't go this time, either... but I was going to be damned if I missed it -twice- like that (it's almost as though someone was trying to tell me I wasn't meant to go). So... hacking what was left of my half a lung left (and trying to time it for the laughing bits... easier than you think), and managing to not claw my skin off (I mentioned earlier about my theory on this being allergies? Yeah... Random Hives made an appearance again)... I enjoyed the show, the company, the dinner afterwards, and foray to the South Street Seaport... not so much the rain or visiting the WTC site (too many ghosts... not a plesant place to begin with... less plesant for folks with -any- amount of sensitivity)... but over all, a really nice day. I'm glad I sucked it up and went.
I may be quoting the "Bad Idea Bears" for a little bit, tho. ("She's plastered! Take her HOME! Yaaaaaay!")
Oh, and I'm back to singing "There's a Fine, Fine Line" again... prolly the only depressing bit about the whole damn show. For me, anyway. (tho now, at least, I'm always going to remember the chick two rows back who commented during the line "There's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of your time." with a "yup, you got that right." Made me smirk. Kudos for that, lady, whoever you are.)
On the other hand, I also tend to sing "I'm Not Wearing Underwear Today" a lot lately, too. Including the spoken, ending bit "Get a JOB!" "Thank you... honey."
Anyway, on that note... let me get back to work. So I can get out of here on time and get to sleep. Sleeeeeeeeep. Yayaaaaaay!
Anyway, I'm still nursing it... but I'm well enough to go back to work (I was out all last week. Not the kind of vacation I like to take... especially considering I only had about 10 hours worth of sick time built up)... truth told tho, I'd rather be sleeping. In that nifty drug-induced slumber that only 'Tussin can provide.
On the other hand... maybe not. Those drug-induced sleeps can give a body the wierdest dreams. Hell, I was dreaming -in- my dreams. I woke up with a sense of both redundancy and deja vu. Not an easy thing to do, considering especially that I don't usually remember any of my dreams (and even the pieces/parts I sometimes remember get really hazy after being up for about an hour or so).
In any case, I was dreaming that I had woken up from another dream, with a sense of slight urgency to call someone. I remember asking "Are you home yet?" and then waking up. For real this time. Was very wierd. Of course, I was still feeling a little druggy when I did wake up, so there's the convienent scapegoat.
The subject of the dream doesn't surprise me, either. Not with the amount of times the name had been coming up recently. -shrugs-
On the plus side: I wasn't feeling so bad about not being on vacation in St. Croix with Buddha. Would not have been a happy thing for me to have been that sick and miserable... and out of the country at the same time. Flashbacks of Vegas for me. (okay, Vagas is still in the country, I know that... I'm just compounding that with the idea that I would have been out of the country had I been rabid fan-girl this past week.) They had their last gig this night as I was getting ready to go to work. I told Bob I wanted lots of blackmail pics ;) I will, of course, settle for any photos of 'em.
But I get to see 'em live at Mr. Beery's on the 25th this month. Yay.
Finally got to see Avenue Q this past weekend. Was supposed to go last year (got tickets as a gift... Christmas, I think... could have been birthday... I can never remember these things) with Michele and company... but due to the whole back thing that I am SO done with whining about, I wound up not going (and my ticket went with a worthy person in my place). I almost didn't go this time, either... but I was going to be damned if I missed it -twice- like that (it's almost as though someone was trying to tell me I wasn't meant to go). So... hacking what was left of my half a lung left (and trying to time it for the laughing bits... easier than you think), and managing to not claw my skin off (I mentioned earlier about my theory on this being allergies? Yeah... Random Hives made an appearance again)... I enjoyed the show, the company, the dinner afterwards, and foray to the South Street Seaport... not so much the rain or visiting the WTC site (too many ghosts... not a plesant place to begin with... less plesant for folks with -any- amount of sensitivity)... but over all, a really nice day. I'm glad I sucked it up and went.
I may be quoting the "Bad Idea Bears" for a little bit, tho. ("She's plastered! Take her HOME! Yaaaaaay!")
Oh, and I'm back to singing "There's a Fine, Fine Line" again... prolly the only depressing bit about the whole damn show. For me, anyway. (tho now, at least, I'm always going to remember the chick two rows back who commented during the line "There's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of your time." with a "yup, you got that right." Made me smirk. Kudos for that, lady, whoever you are.)
On the other hand, I also tend to sing "I'm Not Wearing Underwear Today" a lot lately, too. Including the spoken, ending bit "Get a JOB!" "Thank you... honey."
Anyway, on that note... let me get back to work. So I can get out of here on time and get to sleep. Sleeeeeeeeep. Yayaaaaaay!
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