It's 3 a.m. and I decided it was pointless for me to keep tossing, turning, and coughing as Snoring Boy is trying to sleep. I have been coughing some all day, but it's only when I try to go to sleep that suddenly the back of my throat becomes intensely dry and my nose gets stuffed and I start coughing.
I said to Darin today, "I must be having a relapse."
"Of what?"
Silly boy. "Of the flu, of course."
He seemed unconvinced, but I've felt icky all day. I told Darin that I had started feeling lousy again, as in wake-up-at-one-p.m.-and-want-to-nap-by-four lousy. I sat around all day and made like a Pet Rock (except my conversational skills were marginally better).
I didn't take the nap though. And what do I get this for this? Insomnia at 3:15 a.m. Damn computers and their insistence on telling you the exact time all the time.
I fell into David Siegel's web site yesterday; blame him for this look.
Well, actually, it's been a couple of things happening: I've gotten sick of the look of The Paperwork, every other diary I've checked into recently has changed its look (most notably Ceej's), and now that I'm on Winter Break I have too much time on my hands.
I asked Ceej, who is a good graphic designer, to help me redesign my pages, and she responded by coming up with a geometric how-de-do that, frankly, scared me. I liked the look of it
but was it me?
Hey, good question. Damned if I know. I'm taking this a little at a time.
To catch you (and the future me
yes, this is a real journal that I keep to remember what's what) up on what I've been doing: Lunch yesterday: dim sum in Millbrae with Rob, Laura, Laura's father Earl (not spelled URL! can you believe it?), CJ, and Sho. I sat next to Sho for the third meal in a row, practically; I'm afraid Darin's going to start to suspect.
I drove Laura and Earl back to Rob and Laura's house, where I met Nutmeg, the intensely cute Boston Terrier puppy. Or is she a Boxer? Whatever she is, she's incredibly cute and very...puppyish. I was attacked and licked for several minutes. She gummed me in a pleasantly welcoming way.
Laura gave me a dish of her homemade coffee ice cream and said I was welcome to have more if I wanted, but she should warn me that it was quite strong. And it was, too: this was coffee ice cream set to stun. Perhaps that ice cream is why I am still awake. Hmmm.
Went home, played with page designs; this is as far as I got, basically.
Last night, went out to Mars Attacks with Darin, CJ, Lance, Sho, Michael, and Rob and Laura. There were a couple of good moments in the movie, but for the life of me I can't remember what they are right now. I think I should remember more about the star-studded action/comedy/parody/whatever-the-hell-it-was of the season, don't you?
All of us save Rob and Laura went to dinner at Fiesta del Mar after the movie. CJ, Sho, Lance, and I dove into a pitcher of margaritas. After sake two nights in a row I thought I was prepared for more alcohol, but these margaritas were taking no prisonersI definitely had a measurable blood alcohol level. (Still, I had trouble falling asleep last night too. I think Laura should sell her ice cream to college students studying for final exams.)