Don’t Try This At Home

When I left work around 5 yesterday, I had an AWFUL sinus headache.
As I was driving offsite, I blindly dug around in my purse until I found my new pack of sinus headache OTC stuff, and popped a couple.

I ran a few errands, went home and started dinner, and noticed I felt kind of weird. A couple of hours later, I was feeling really, really weird – slack-jawed, impaired motor skills, STU. PID. – and then I remembered taking the sinus meds. They always make me feel loopy, so I was relieved that I hadn’t taken it any earlier, and just went to bed early.

Woke up at 6 this morning, still feeling a little lightheaded. Whew, that’s some potent shit! When I was waiting in the drive-thru at Starbucks this morning, I dug the Aleve box out of my purse, and was greeted by the proud proclamation, “One Tablet = 12 Hours Of Relief!”

One Tablet? Twelve Hours? And I took TWO!?!?

Well, no effing wonder!!!!

Hugs Not Drugs, Kids.

My My, How Can I Resist You?

I had a wonderfully long phone conversation with Jamie last night, during which we watched I Love The New Millennium together in different time zones (don’t get me started on how Too Soon it is to be rehashing the first iPods and Super Size Me – I still have underwear I bought in 2003. And yet I watch.) Anyhow, there was a commercial break, and at the start of the first spot, I gasped in delight.

Jamie: “It’s Mamma Mia there, isn’t it?”
Me: “OMG YES!!!”
Jamie: “I knew you’d want to see it.”
Me: (Oblivious, singing and dancing around my bedroom in said underwear from 2003)

Y’all.
For real.
Can’t wait for this.

With the lovely Meryl Streep! And Colin Firth! And Amanda Seyfried! (I have a hetero girl crush on her – she is so amazing in Big Love. I didn’t know that she was in it until I started seeing the commercials, and that only multiplies my excitement.)

And yes, I fully realize how much potential for suck this has.
BUT COME ON. It’s ABBA. You can’t go wrong with ABBA! Because they’re awesome! And a palindrome! Which is pleasing to my OCD nature!



If this doesn't make you want to dance around in lamé and platform shoes, you are dead inside, my friend.

Late to the party

Oh, Google Reader – you naughty, addictive minx. If I could combine you with Sitemeter and Reese’s Pieces, you would be like the worst kind of crack. Voyeuristic, informative, delicious crack.

Yesterday was a very busy day; at 3 p.m. I was starving, with no lunch and no prospects besides a Slimfast shake. A poke around my desk turned up only old stale crackers and some questionable granola. So I sucked it up and paid a buck for a pittance of Gardetto’s from the vending machine. On the way home I stopped at the grocery store to stock up on snacks and emergency lunches. $80 later (it’s a mistake to shop starving), I am now prepared with ample snackage, should I find myself stuck at work facing and nuclear war.

It’s been a good week at my house – one of my student loans is now down to $16.10 (I can’t pay it off early, or I’m stuck with a $350 penalty, poo; it will just sit for a while now), and I only have $76 left on my Visa bill. Woot!
To celebrate this financial, well not exactly “milestone”, but we’ll say highlight, I was going to reward myself with a long lunch and some shoe shopping (I know, I know – but I really do need a new pair of work shoes), but now the weather has turned sketchy and gray. So instead of new shoes and lunch of my choice, I’m getting a cold, gloomy office and a Slimfast. Oh, well.

I’ve had this song in my head for a couple of weeks, and it sort of matches my mood now. Here.

I Think I Can, I Think I Can

A momentous occasion...Sitemeter tells me that since March, I've had over a thousand hits! WOOT! That's small potatoes compared to most, but I can't help but feel a little proud.

Also, greetings to recent browsers who actually know me in real life, and forgive that I was cheating on them and my Livejournal, and getting a little sumthin-sumthin on the side with Blogger. Don't hate the playa, hate the game. Word.

Ooh, love the glasses.