T.G.I.F.

I should have figured that the course of the day wouldn't run very smoothly as soon as I woke up. My alarm woke me up as usual, but instead of my usual routine of spending half an hour to get up and sit with my head in my hands before dragging myself out, I instead spent a few minutes asking myself, "What the hell is this? Why am I getting up? And what is this electric box that keeps beeping at me?" 

It wouldn't get better, as while I was walking to work, I rode the escalator, and on the way up, I leaned my head back to yawn. I miscalculated the angle of my head, and I started to lose my balance. I didn't fall, but instead I executed that all too obvious move of waving my arms about in wide circles. I've always wondered why people have this tendency to try to learn to fly once they start to fall. Anyway, as luck would have it my attractive boss caught my mishap and went to ask me later if I was okay.

Of course I was.

As I was leaving at the end of the day, I went to throw my garbage away in one of the trash cans outside of the office, when I noticed too late that I didn't throw it in the trash. Instead I threw it in one of those receptacles that look like trash cans but are actually those hospital bins that your thow coins into and they go to fight children's diseases, or what have you. I looked around and noticed to my relief that no one had seen me. But I didn't want to leave it in there for it to be collected. I could only imagine that the people who collected these coins would refer to me as an asshole, and even though it would be anonymous, I didn't think would be fair without my defense present. So I leaned into it to fish it out. Soon, I felt like there were eyes upon me, and I turned to see several people staring at me, some with their mouths wide open, and another which happened to be my aforementioned boss. I should have explained myself and show them my wrapper to prove it, but instead my first instinct was to turn and run. 

Later, I was dumped by my boyfriend. All in all, one of my more interesting Fridays, I believe.

Nick Jonas: The E! True Hollywood Story

Today, on my last day of being at home, my mother and I decided to spend some quality time together and watch E! Entertainment Television. At some point a special called "Young Hollywood: A to Zac" came on, and the dog decided that she had enough, and went to pee on the carpet. While she went to clean it up, a segment on the Jonas Brothers came up. When she came back, they were just talking about the condition that afflicted Nick Jonas: Type II diabetes. However, she had missed that part, and all she heard was that Nick had managed to perservere throughout his tragic disease. She's not very familiar with the Jonas Brothers, so she heard that, looked at them performing on the TV, and said very sympathetically, "Ohhh, AIDS....poor thing." I looked at her, then looked back at the TV, and realized how much I'd miss being at home.

Below The Influence

For the past few weeks, I've been pretty sick, particularly in the mornings. My head feels like it's been used for batting practice by Babe Ruth, and my stomach has been insisting that all food in solid form be banned from its current vicinity. I've also noticed that my usual habit of spending hours roaming the forest of fears in my mind before finally settling to sleep has gone, and I've been falling asleep within  five minutes of the light going out. 

About a week after telling all this to my doctor (and I'm not ashamed to say that I was happily five pounds lighter), she called me in to let me know what was causing it. You see, I have a tendency to sleep with my head under the covers, and my dog will usually sleep under the covers as well. Recently something about her has made her irrestisable to fleas. I would say it's her big brown soulful eyes, but its become quite a nuisance, so on went the flea medication. It smells wonderfully like baby powder, and it seems that my constant inhalation of it has been the culprit of all my maladies. 

We've taken the dog off the flea medication since, and I'm finally getting around to eating a nice hamburger, while my dog is sitting in her bed scratching her ear.