Wednesday, Jun. 09, 2004
Ugh... Took care of facilitating the meeting yesterday morning, dragged my butt back to the studios and wrote one story, and promptly collapsed. I probably shouldn't have even driven myself home, but the alternative was dying on the main office sofa, which probably isn't the most professional approach. Fortunately I only live about a five minute drive away from work.
I've got a cold/flu/whatever. I don't know what to call it but feeling miserable, achy, and all of the associated sundry stuff that accompanies oh crap can I please just die once and for all and get it over with? I know a lot of people updated their diaries today and I actually read most of them, just haven't felt up to replying yet. Will try to catch up in a few more hours if I'm alive. Something tells me I won't be going in to work at all today - voice is GONE and it's nighttime. Normally when I get hit by laryngitis it's worst in the morning and the voice gradually returns (albeit scratchy) later in the day. So I know when I wake up I'm doomed to silence.
I want to thank all of the wonderful people who were so kind in their comments and emails about my 101 Things list. I am very touched by the expressions of support.
Of course there's also Dangerspouse, whose support is generally purchased at a sporting-goods store. Listen kid, doing occasional puppet shows for local children isn't remotely on the same level as a mime, who just annoys everyone. Better behave yourself or I'll hug you here too, and ruin your carefully-cultivated image of a cheerfully cold-hearted lothario with a schizophrenic pooch hell-bent on killing you. And stop copping a cheap feel when I do that, already!
I am off to suffocate my (hopefully 24-hour) bug I have with a drug that will knock me out for several more hours. When I come back online if I'm still under its influence, I won't be responsible for what I write, either here or to other diaries. Last time I took something along these lines I wrote 25K words in a nonstop siloliquy, a tribute to insanity everywhere. But not in the middle of the night. For now I'm going to become intimately acquainted with that little-known phenomenon called sleep.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )