The Truth Files

Stephen Colbert/Daily Show Love. House, Hugh Laurie, Black Adder, BritCom obsessiveness. Eddie Izzard quoting ad naseum. Self loathing. Other people loathing. Anything else I can loathe-fit that in there too. Tales of alcohol and dogs. The occassional night at the bar causing trouble. Mis-treating brain cells...Who needs them? No sex. No drugs-usually. Much rock'n'roll. Just trying to survive in 615. Y'know. The usual.

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Same cold I've had for 6 months. Can't seem to shake it.

I have a cold.
It's unpleasant.
That commercial where the nerdy dude keeps calling for his dog, "Mr. Barky Von Schnauzer" is classic. Right up there with the "Pretty Pretty Panda" commercial from a few years back.
My job is the boringest boring that ever boringed.
But I can do it high.
So there are upsides.
I have no tolerance for cold medicine.
Sudafed fucks me up.
SRSLY.
I prefer not feeling every atom as it collides with my body.
That's a very strange sensation best saved for non-work situations.
So I had to work all day with my throat all chafey and my nose all stuffy and my head all fuzzy.
I'm not going to NYC for the interview.
Conversations and emails have cemented my belief that it is flattering, but not the right thing to do.
Otherwise.
Yeah.
Nothing.
Blech.

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