Feb. 17th, 2009 07:50 pm
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So we went to Thermopolis for Holly's birthday. Lots of fun. All sorts of awesome. Would go into more detail except for the next bit of news.

Apparently, I picked up a Death Cold, either from swimming (is likely) or from someone specifically. So I feel like CRAP. Tired, sore throat, drippy nose, sinus pressure, achy, and I keep getting chilled. Delayed-reaction cold, too. I felt fine on Sunday, had a bit of a sore throat on Monday, and now suddenly I feel like the Gremlin of Sinus Pain smacked me in the face with his hammer (or... well, what would he have? A cadeuceus?), plus the sore throat.

So that's about it. Whining about being sick. I realize it's just a cold... but I hate being sick. Ironically, I also hate how whiny being sick can make me. So, apologies for the whining about the cold.

Before Holly reads this and feels bad, Thermopolis, and the whole weekend really, was über über fun, and I didn't feel like crap until well after it was over. :D
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Hello party people!
 I don't think I've ever had cause to mention that I hate February, but I do. The weather is always crap, and for some reason, I ALWAYS get sick for most of the month. This time it's a low-grade coldish fluish thing that isn't doing anything major enough to go to the doctor, but won't go away and is screwing my already screwy sleep schedule up. Like today: I've been up for about an hour. Why, you ask? Because I went to sleep about twelve hours ago, and I only got three hours of sleep yesterday. So while I would like to say that I've just become nocturnal, that doesn't why I was up all day yesterday as well, so bugger. 
Anyway. I've been whining about sleep to anyone who would listen for quite long enough. Mostly, it's going well, but February is not a good time to get a retail job, because even without the recession it's the slowest time of year. So I've been painting and drawing and writing and reading...a lot. I found the used bookstore. And the music store. And I still have money. Wow. This is mostly because their fantasy section is pretty small, and because the music store doesn't really have a lot for non-guitar/rock band musicians. Since I'm a clarinetist (because it's the only thing I have), I just got reeds and new cork grease. I need to get the poor old thing recorked again, but I don't know what their rates are. Since it's not crucial that I have it at all times, I may just take it into Hill whenever I get back to Casper; they know me, and I know them, and their music store is better so I can get actual music.
Oh. Right. Casper. Holly, I'm trying to talk Scott into us coming down this coming weekend, after you's b-day, but it may end up being the weekend after, because he's coming home that weekend and he may want to stay here. Maybe if I volunteer to drive... We'd take my car anyway.

O...kay....LiveJournal decided to skip a line there, for whatever reason. Anyway, that's it. Haven't killed the demon cat yet, the house hasn't burned down, what else could I ask for? Take care, everyone!


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