Harry....it s***s

First news first-I have yet another cold. So that makes for one happy hippie. I've ingested large quantities of nasty tasting shit but I can't say it's doing me much good. Tussin-both Robi and otherwise is so nasty tasting there's no way that I'm sick enough to take it just yet. Tomorrow maybe-but not just yet. If I partake of the giant fuckin' Q I might not wake up for work tomorrow. But then again, it might be worth the risk. Breathing kind of rocks you know-it's easy to forget that until it's less of an option.
Random side note-Hillary Duff makes me quesy. What the hell "wake up on a Saturday night?" (the commercial has no cohesive narrative, so I presume it's just advertising the product that is formerly LIzzie McGuire) so now she's such a party girl she doesn't reach consciousness until after dark on Saturday? Geez, even Lindsay Lohan is probably aware of her surroundings by mid-afternoon.
SO ANYHOW-was doin' the law thing today. If you can call it that. What I do has little if anything to do with the law. I just hang around with lawyers. The first few hours weren't much to speak of, due to the bastard cold and the tunnel effect of being inside my brain.
More reader's notes: This whole story line with Jason and Sam and the Sam doppleganger and dancing on General Hospital is so grasping at straws that the stockroom at Wendy's is cowering in terror. And it's really badly acted. Also, I'm a bit peeved that there was no Friday afternoon slo-mo when Reese admitted she was Charlotte. SoapNet may very well ruin my life before Samhain. I'll keep y'all posted.
Regularly scheduled programming:
We went to lunch and then we went back and I'd really not had much to do for awhile---other than some stuff I really don't know how to do yet but I'll learn. I'm relatively clever in my way.
I had to introduce R. Kelly's musical masterpiece "Trapped in the Closet" to my fellows and we couldn't do anything but laugh our balls off. I think I got smacked a few times-and we all have our favorite lines. I'm sticking to "I pull out my baretta" because it reminds me of me.
Oh-wait the Daily Show is on....So I"m not going to go into how Harry Chapin popped up in conversation or all the conversations about drugs (the kind the dr wants you to take) or eating disorders and disorder in general and I'd hate to go into how much I would like to see Neil Young this week. (A real lot bunches mostly in short) But I'll describe that another time-I have Jon Stewart to amuse and inform me.
peace