Stars For The Weary - Hysteria is only possible with an audience.

Three a.m. Christmas eve I woke up to the reality that a wicked-bad cold had taken possession of me while I had slept. Due to general misery I got up and stayed up. I worked what felt like 7 and a half weeks (really, it was just 6 to 2:30), and then walked over to the drug store to see if there was anything that might alleviate some of the copious yuck I was feeling. Shortly thereafter, Barb showed up, so that I could follow her to her place. Out here in Washington I can get to work and back and not much else, hence the need for me to be lead.

Christmas eve at Barb's was fun despite my cold getting worse and worse. I was able to ignore what the stupid germs were doing to me, because it was just nice to have fun, and company, and be with a good friend for the holiday. Barb's cat Chai even sort of made friends with me, which was cool. Sadly, Macchi never came out of hiding, but she's super shy and a bit of a scaredy cat, so yeah.

I went home Christmas eve night and died...no, wait...it just felt like I died. When I woke up Christmas day I made some coffee and had some of that cold relief stuff and felt okay-ish for a few hours, but by late morning I was beginning to realize I did not have a cold, nope, what I had was the flu. I spent Christmas day lying on the floor in my living room on a pile of blankets, covered by another pile of blankets watching "Wonderfalls" on dvd (which I can't recommend enough. It's pure magic, people!) while getting sicker and sicker (I apologize if sicker isn't a real and proper word, whether it is or not, for the purposes of this post I'm using it).

Thursday I was supposed to work, but I called in instead. I never call in. I think only once in the last couple years have I called in, and that was on account of a migraine that sent me to the ER. So yes, I was really really miserable. Despite not wanting to move, or breathe, or anything that day I was out of medicine and almost out of Kleenex, so I forced myself to go out and get stuff, only to crumple back into a pile on the floor when I returned.

Yesterday I had off, which was for the best, because I was still very very ill, but there were good things about yesterday as well. I finished watching all of "Wonderfalls". I finally saw the season finale (unless the writer's strike ends and it comes back for more) of "Heroes". I caught up on some of the "My Name is Earl" from this season (Don't judge me. I like the show, alright? It's silly & stupid, and moral & sweet all at the same time. I like it, so please just get over it, thanks. :P ) Best of all, I got to watch the "Dr. Who Christmas Special: Voyage Of The Damned". It. Was. AMAZING. So yeah, there was a bit of good mixed in with the crappiness.

Today, I work. I close. I'm still not feeling the greatest, but I'm miles away from how bad I've been the last two days. I just need to get through this evening, and then I have tomorrow off.

I really need to find a post office, or a FedEx place, or UPS, or whatever, so I can send my box of Christmas gifts to my mom. She's going to play santa and divvy out the gifts to all my family back home.

Kyle shows up next week, so I've also got to get directions to and back from Seatac. It was disastrous (to put it politely) last time for me, so I'm seriously hoping to make this trip to the airport and back as painless as possible.

I guess I'm still fairly cloudy and out of it, because I can't think of anything else to say or how to end this post. Basically, if you read all this, well thanks for taking the time to listen, and I hope you're doing well as the New Year approaches.

Peace and Love Folks,

Red



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