There's half a dead pigeon on my driveway. I wonder if one of the neighbors is trying to curse me.

I've been pretty disgustingly sick for the last few months, with what feels like 3 colds at once. I was particularly disgusting during the recent Stumptown comic fest, losing both my hearing and my voice to the cold in my head. In desperation, I bought some Fisherman's Friends lozenges. They come in paper packets, look like dog food, and smell very strong (some might say vile). They also numbed my entire mouth and throat, and since I couldn't smell anyway, I was happy. I was saddened, however, when I learned that European countries get awesome favors like Apple Cinnamon and Spicy Mandarin (orange and ginger). There are even Anise and Salty Licorice flavors. Why must the US balm our sore throats with only Original and Sugar Free Mint or Cherry? I'd have to go to Canada for the Apple Cinnamon, Australia for the Anise, and the Spicy Mandarin is either a lie or only available in countries whose web sites are under construction or utterly incomprehensible.

I love herbal tea, and I love trying new varieties. And I've got this sore throat that's been lingering for about a month now. So when I saw the tea Throat Coat, I figured it was win-win. Most of the flavors (licorice, cherry bark, cinnamon, orange peel, fennel) are ones I like so even if it didn't so anything substantial to fix my throat, at least I'd have a tasty cup of tea. But I didn't think about the slippery elm bark and althea root. Oh, they didn't make the tea taste bad. But a few minutes after taking my first sips, my tongue starting feeling prickly and I got nauseated. I was sick all night, and now my stomach feels like a punching bag. Ugh. 

So, I'm feeling kind of sick, fingers crossed that I'm not getting sick again a bare week after the last time. And what do I do to try and make it though the rest of work without hurling?

I look at horrible pictures of bacon on the internet. What is wrong with me?

Or rather, strange iterations of Garfield never get old. Here's one where the eponymous cat has been deleted from his own strips. Some of the the strips work better than others, but they're all pretty funny. I like the metareferencial nature of this one.

Even though I had Monday off, I feel very strongly that today should be Friday. I wish there was someone I could lodge a complaint with.

Then perhaps you should check out Ivan Vasilievich: Back to the Future. It is a sci-fi comedy musical from 1970s Russia. It is made of awesome.

Elena made an adorable Valentine's post for Iceheart, and many of our Girlamatic brethren have also posted on this Thursday of Love. Check it out!

Also, Shepherd and the Ice Maiden will start back up again next Monday, when it will switch to every other week updates. That should allow me to preserve both my health and sanity.

I feel really out of it today, and it doesn't help that my keyboard is on a 5 second time delay. I got to meet Wendy and Richard Pini last night, and they were both very nice and understanding of my huge fan girl freak out. But I think the experience drained me. I am sitting here dreading lunch because I can't decide what I want to eat. And I know when I get to the store I will just stare at a display for like ten minutes straight without gaining any inspiration.

I....I don't feel right.

I was working at home yesterday, and decided that a delightful break from the script that was kicking my ass would be to take the garbage down three rickety, slick, narrow flights of stairs and properly dispose of it in the bin that the trash men forgot to empty this week. While I was down there, a neighbor I have never met came down with her recycling and we had a nice little convo about why the trash men might have decided to skip their duties this week. She also explained that the reason our trash chutes are wired shut is because a few years before my time some chick on the third floor decided to toss a type writer down the chute. It did not, as any thinking person could surmise, fit in that narrow nearly decorative 1920s era chute. In a rage, the landlord wired all the openings shut. And now I have to drag over-stuffed bags of garbage down the stairs of doom.

This is actually pretty accurate. I do get crazy burst of energy in the wee hours when I really should be going to sleep.

When we got back from the cabin, people had left various things in the van. Konstantin left his phone, and I thought his backpack. I returned the cell phone in the pouring rain, and learned that the backpack was not his. Wasn't Thompson's. We guessed it must be Andrew's (the man pants inside precluded the girls). I left it at Konstantin's place by accident, got it back a week later to take to Andrew's on art night. It wasn't Andrew's either! A mysterious backpack had somehow made it into the van! Arggg! Ghost pants! It also smelled really funny.

It turns out it was the stoned hitchhiker's Konstantin and Thompson picked up on their way into town. Thompson is going to mail it back to him. Ryan's going to be happy to get his Diesel body spray back. And his condom.

I went to the snow last weekend with friends. Despite the cabin initially having neither water nor heat, we had a good time. You can check out some photos here!

My lunch cost $6.66. End times are here.

Meme via jeepersjournal 



Create an album cover

The first article on the page is the name of your band.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random

The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album
http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3

The third picture, no matter what it is, is your album cover.
http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/

Yay! That was fun.

It is so cold at work. The heater is broken and they are actually blowing cold air on us. Brrr!

I almost fell off the resolution wagon last night, but at the last minute managed to get the requisite page written. I even like it.

I've also apparently got carpal tunnel syndrome in my left wrist. This is good news, since I was afraid it was something much worse. Now I have a sexy black wrist brace.