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Day three: hallucinatory frustration

The plague still has it's grips over my body, I'm tottering on the line between delusional and frustrated. Paranoia has set it, and I'm sweating profusely. Pharmaceuticals have had no affect and the air in the apartment is dryer than the Sahara. I'm beginning to understand the incessant meows from the cat. I've asked him to smother me, he tries but then tells me he loves me too much.

The bags of crumpled, virus-ridden tissue are piling up like snowflakes within the apartment, except they're not as beautiful or benign as the ones outside. I'm beginning to think the homeless guy that pinched my cheek in Montreal transmitted a uber virus that I carried back over the border in an attempt to rid the world of Bushies. I'm a blue state goddamn it and your fucking neighbor. I'm closer to Canada than I am DC. I'm praying for two things: sleep and the burning in my throat, as if a thousand needles are jabbing into the soft tissue. When will this reign of mucous be terminated? I'm currently down two senses, taste and smell. Thankfully, I can't smell the heavy penetrable stench of Vapo rub slathered over my chest. Perhaps I'm a zombie, that might explain the vacant stare, the shuffling, and persistent gnawing on the cat's head. He'll live, I hope.

2 prayers | 04:09 PM

Sick before the storm

This is the first full weekend of the new year that I'm home in Albany. It only figures that I catch the flu during the wind-down of traveling and the beginning of classes. I guess I can't complain since I had 2 3-day weekends in a row, one due to my flu. For a moment yesterday, I was contemplating going into work, the admins were gone on a retreat and I should have been left alone for most of the day. I took Kris' advice and stayed home, I brought work home with me to do for the Big Project, so it was senseless for me to spread my germs to coworkers or perhaps it was them that gave it to me. Fuckers. Overall, it was a good idea, I was running a fever, 101.8, which to me is a 5 degree increase in my body temperature, so good thing, eh?

I slept some during the day, floating in and out of consciousness, watching my favourite channel, TNT. Sweated a lot, drank a gallon of water, cursed everyone and everything out. I remained in Kris' room for the majority of the day, when I wasn't working. I have this annoying habit when I'm ill, that everything around me must be clean and tidy or I turn into OCD cleaning woman. Seeing that K's room is sterile compared to my room (plus he has the tv) that's where I parked my delirious arse.

I'm trying to make myself well enough to catch the 2PM Hallenbeck flick over at the state museum since that's the only one I'm interested in today. Right now, all I want to do is sleep since I've been up since 5:40am. To kill time without killing myself, I've watched M. Night Shyamalan's The Village and Bubba Ho-Tep.

I was surprised that The Village wasn't scarier, but then in the "I see dead people movie" you had ghoulies and a topic that frighten me more than creatures residing in the woods. Without giving away the ending, I'll just say that it was more of a mindfuck than anything else. I would even go as far as to say that I believe Kris would actually enjoy this movie. It left me thinking about the plot, what will happen to the characters once the movie was over, and the persistent question, "What the fuck?", followed by "How could they do that? Damn that's just wrong." I liked it. I'll probably watch it again with Kris to see his reactions.

As far as movies go, I have to give a big muchas gracias to John and Mer for my Christmas present. Shawn of the Dead is absolutely fantastic, hysterical, and quite gross at parts. I think I've watched this movie at least twice a week since I got it and it never gets old. Plus, it has 2 Queen songs in it so that makes me happy like a little girl.

Right. Back to lying down, and watching The Fog. It's a horror kind of day, but with the impending doom of snow, might be a LOTR marathon kind of day.

1 prayer | 10:07 AM

I got noogied at work

After doing my good deed of the day, plugging in a typewriter for a coworker, I banged my head on the desk. My coworker, in her failed attempt to make me feel better, noogied me. Understandable that a woman 30 years older than I might not know how to treat a younger coworker, however, treating a coworker like a faithful pet is severely wrong. My hair was done today, nicely, because the department was supposed to be taking pictures for IDs. I didn't appreciate having my well-coiffured hair tangled due to someone else's social ineptness. Let alone the complete disregard for my personal space. Moments before, the woman coughed in my face with no consideration of covering her mouth.

No prayers | 09:12 PM

There and back again

This weekend K and I are traveling back to the land of the Silent "C" in honor of my mother's 60th birthday. I'm looking forward to going, because I love being around my family; and I've scheduled Saturn's day morning solely for pictures in the area. However, as usual, the weather may not be cooperating. Every time I want to go out and do this, someone has plans for me or the weather never effing cooperates.

I am testing the SLRs from my office, they're beautiful. I made my coworker unpack them today, since we're in the process of moving . He was rather less than thrilled but still submitted since it came from the fearless leader. They currently reside in a silver metallic briefcase, seen in the tv series Lost. Or I look like a secret agent with plans of the death star to be brought back to my axis country. The case is made by Halliburton so it is property of the Empire. It has 2 camera bodies, a slew of lenses, along with z00m, filters, cleaner, flashes, I also have a reflector that is in the office. They were not messing around when they purchased said equipment. And yet, they won't spring for a digital SLR.

This will be the fourth time that I see my mother within the last six weeks. It'll be a long stretch from this weekend to March when I go and spend spring break with her in my annual catching up with mom time. Perhaps I can convince her to make a trip to Salem, MA; perhaps I can convince K to drive down and spend the weekend there.

Next weekend, for the long weekend, K and I along with GZ are going to be spending it Montreal. I'm excited, we're staying in a nice hotel near the Peel Pub and going out in search of graffiti. I wonder if I could convince him to do a cache. I haven't done one since we went to NYC in September, classes don't really permit me to have much free time.

That said, time to bitch about K's coworker. This past week, I've found myself behind her twice. Both times I was swearing up a storm without realizing that I was behind someone that K knew. In NY, during a snow storm the worst thing to do on a steep incline is to go half the speed-limit. The car, as great as it is, was slipping backwards because of the lack of momentum. Getting into left lane was impossible due to the long line of cars so I just tredged up the hill at a snails pace hoping that the car wouldn't slip on the ice and just backslide into someone behind me.

4 prayers | 08:18 PM

Alcoholic mashup

New Year's with MM, GG, & K proved once and for all, you can never have ingest too much and various alcoholic substances on a party night. The long list of various alcohols drank are: rum, wine, vodka, beer, chambord, kahlua, irish cream, and champagne.

I now understand why people overdo things during the holidays, for it could possibly be the last time anyone around will be spending it with you. Certainly, it's a dark morbid thought, but so is human nature. We live and we die. We never know who is going to be passing on to another realm in the next year. I'm sure people didn't know that Marlon Brando wouldn't be around for this Christmas. Therefore, we should enjoy the holidays and take in all the magic and splendor of family and friends. Unless you're a psychic in which case, you can celebrate their life the night before.

2 prayers | 05:03 PM