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December 2000 ArchiveSunday, December 31, 20001)
IKEA can BITE MY ASS. One and a half months and $400 later, I
still don't have the last shelves I need to make my MUCH-NEEDED
desk.
Monday, December 25, 2000I really do have the most wonderful friends.After
an travel-filled fall, I decided to stay home in Chicago rather
than go home to Minnesota. Happily, I have a very understanding,
reasonable, obligation-less family (don't you wish you had one,
too?). So, I thought I'd have a shut-in X-mas, where I would be
here alone acutely aware that no businesses were open, just sort
of hanging out wishing I had rented movie. Do not get me wrong,
I enjoy my own company very much and a quiet holiday staying put
was a delightful proposition. But
No! I've been on a whirlwind tour of spontaneous friend invitations.
And it has been perfectly lovely! Instant messaging my mom yesterday,
I realized that I had an inverted holiday season. I was on a schedule-busting
holiday party circuit since Thanksgiving (including a few of my
own). But when it came down to the days that all advent calendars
point to, my twenty-something cohorts mostly scattered to far
flung home towns. Wonderfully, a few good friends were flung back
to the Chicagoland area from places far away. And I was more than
happy to welcome them back. As
for the big day today? Well, I've GOT TO wash dishes. That's it.
So, wherever you are celebrating Christmas, think of me glamorously
doing dishes in my glamorous flannel pj's. Raise your holiday-libation-filled
glass and I'll meet it with my soapy one.
Sunday, December 24, 2000Holy, holy balls. I am well-known for my internet-searching prowess, but the Internet didn't make my last 30 minutes pleasant. I was looking for verification that the actor who totally won my respect in The Iceman Commeth as Willie Oban was the same one frequenting ABC's The Practice these days as William Hinks. YES. It's Michael Emerson, one and the same. But it took some doing to figure it out. I puttered around Internet Movie Database for guest appearances on The Practice, when their own pages turned up empty. Once I found his name through searching the Iceman Commeth, I searched all of ABC's site and found one reference to him. Sadly, the connection was finally made because a viewer was trying the verify that William Hinks was played by Paul Reubens (a.k.a. Pee Wee Herman).Long
story short - Michael Emerson rocks. Aaaaahhh...My
site is restored. I went to see The
Wind Will Carry Us with my good friend Aaron. I'm going
to see more good friends. All is well. Argh!
Loosetooth.com is down! My web host is down! It's a moot point
for me to be posting. No one will be able to see it. I feel like
Schrodinger's cat or a tree falling on deaf ears in a audienceless
forest. Or something.
Thursday, December 21, 2000It's -27 degrees. Holy Hypothermia, Batman. It's insane outside. This could be one long, cold, antisocial winter. Thank heavens for email.Posted on 12/21/2000 06:22:01 PM
Sunday, December 17, 2000What a fantastic 48 hours. I've gotten laryngitis, attended a friend's delightful holiday party, saw This American Life live, went to the Russian Tea Room for the first time, and went to Saturnalia (a big Goth party). Everything but not being able to communicate properly was great.I
spent Monday through Thursday last week being a practical ill
person, living in isolation, full of tea and orange juice and
sleep. Come Friday I had a client meeting and a party and was
more than ready for human contact.The sore throat was still 20%
sore, but the head cold never hit my whole body. Well, over the
course of Friday I managed to talk my way into not talking. Saturday,
I had plans with great friends and wasn't going to let a being
voiceless keep me social-less. I don't think I made myself any
sicker, but I probably added another mute day or two to my sentence. Surprisingly,
typing my ideas out doesn't make me feel any better. I still want
to talk. Even more, I want to sing. Right now I am the Human One-Note
Samba.
Friday, December 15, 2000I made the oh-so-unenviable mistake of taking a non-drowsy Tylenol Cold medicine at 4 am. This week I've had a pesky sore throat. Not enough of one to call myself plagued, but enough of one to put me in that disconnected, why-is-everyone-talking-so-quietly state (sans drugs). And if I don't have to take drugs, I don't. But this morning at 4 am I stumbled to the bathroom, peed, took notice of my throat - still dry and scratchy - so I figured I'd take some meds, since I'd be sleeping through it. Well, the last couple hours of sleep I kept dreaming that I was in some sort of vague legal trouble.Now,
I'm sitting here post-bath, in bathrobe feeling like I just got
the shit kicked out of me. My arms weight a ton and I'm hacking
up the most spectacular phlegm.
Thursday, December 14, 2000Oh, thank goodness New Year's is around the corner. It's my most reclusive holiday; every year I hole up and get all introspective, retrospective and future-spective. My work has been going gangbusters this fall, but I've been too caught up in the momentum to really see where I am headed. Sadly, I won't be able to spend 22 hours with Peter Jennings again, like I did captivated with his/ABC's New Year's coverage. 2001 will just be me, a journal and in all likelihood some eggnog.Posted on 12/14/2000 10:24:07 PM I
really have the greatest friends.
Wednesday, December 13, 20001998 = 1 illness1999 = 1 illness 2000 = 3 illnesses. This is a banner year for head colds. I am presently drinking obscene amounts of oj and tea trying to return my tonsils to normalcy as quickly as possible. Posted on 12/13/2000 11:16:03 AM
Tuesday, December 12, 2000Am I the only one who thinks the kids in the holiday Gap ads sound like crap?
(Now
diagram that sentence.)
Thursday, December 07, 2000Again:"That's
life, that's what people say. -That's
Life It's
terribly appropriate right now. Professionally, I'm in April -
Personally, I'm in May.
Tuesday, December 05, 2000An excerpt from today's horoscope:"You thrive on the chaos of all of the things that are going on in your life. Being alive has never felt better, even if everything is in the process of falling apart."
Fuckin'
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