that livest thou in cages
what be thy name?
Apologies to
Friday was one of those smackdown days at work, where I found out that I would be spending long hours in Owatonna once again to try and Make It Go. Some tiny progress on the vehicle-communication front, to be mastered this week.
Friday night I was able to spend some fun low-key social time with
In turn, the subjected me to Cannibal, the Musical. Spadoinkle!
The sky is blue
And all the leaves are green
The sun is hot as a paked po-tatah...
As much as I did enjoy it, the songs are evil, and stick in your head long after the abcess has been removed.
We can build a snowman...
And the return of the zombies was a good thing. I still have them in the Explorer, which should make quite an impression at the hotel tonight.
Saturday was something or other. I spent the beginning part of the day working on a commercial to spec for a potential client. We broke in the early afternoon to go to the YMCA and renew our memberships-- yes, I am now a card-carrying member of the YMCA. Now all I have to do is actually go.
By the time 6:30 rolled around, I had to go to a meeting that it turns out wasn't on Saturday after all, so I headed back home and wasted a couple of hours watching crappy TV before heading off to No Pants.
No Pants was funny as usual, but touching as well. Josh made a slightly impassioned monologue about how his life has changed because of his constant need to be working on material that I found deeply resonating. And I did get a chance to talk with him a bit about it later.
Then on to the House of Hatle, where
Sunday was a mess. I woke up with a debilitating headache in the migraine category, weak and dizzy, and ended up sleeping in until 4:00 in the afternoon. Barb ordered chinese (food), and I got up long enough to eat and start a load of laundry, then laid back down to rest some more. The Mom called, and I managed to get upset yet again, and afterwards I got a lecture from Barb on how messed up I was to let her get to me like that. And if there's one thing that will make you feel better when you have a migraine, it's someone lecturing you.
(Wait, is that sarcasm I hear dripping?)
I managed to get up around 8:00 and finish up the commercial, and posted it up to the FTP site, get an e-mail off to the client, and powder up a DVD for shipping to another potential. Finished laundry, packed the duffel, then slept the sleep of the sick.
This morning I got up feeling much better, but having to hurry to the clinic for lab work. It strikes me that a clinic would be a great place for vampires, because they tend to take a lot of blood. And the test is fasting, so I couldn't eat breakfast until afterwards. And today my muscles are stiff, particularly my arms, which makes it difficult to type. And today I get to spend a chunk of time under the hood trying to talk to cars and find out why they aren't cooperating.
And tonight, the hot tub. Aaaaaah.
Unfortunately I wasn't able to make it to Dreamhaven like I had planned, so I have no bookage to accompany me. And I'm in Owatonna, which is not exactly the literary capitol of the world. I looked in the yellow pages for a bookstore, and it said "see what-you-talkin-bout-willis". So perhaps I will have to peruse the "book" section at Target.
Sigh.
Yeah, yeah, I know, I bitch and moan a lot. It's really not that bad all around, and I do have some really nice friends. I need to spend more time with y'all.
*smooches!*