28 February
Christ, I do not feel well.
On Thursday I started coughing, and though I know I cough all the time anyway (and I quit smoking four months ago! When the hell is that fucking smoker's hack getting better?) this is an entirely different cough than I usually have. Then yesterday I was out making the deposit, and all of a sudden I felt all hot and my arms and legs felt all heavy and limp, and it kind of dawned on me that I was ill!
Of course, it didn't matter, as I still had to work and then go see the show at Love Creek because it was about to close, and when I got home I had to finish up my Planet Amazon column changes, but when I did get home, I practically fainted and fell into bed without even checking my e-mail!!!
Now that's sick!
And I have to spent six hours in the darkroom today, sick or not sick, because if I don't finish the wedding soon I'm throwing myself into an electric fan.
You wanna hear something funny? No, really funny!
Remember how I wrote that Linus started the phrase "I've been meaning to talk to you. It has been brought to my attention..." the other day, but was interrupted before he could finish and I've been avoiding him ever since?
Well he caught up with me yesterday, and I was inwardly cringing, thinking "Do I have to come in at nine? Are they cutting my hours? Will I have to dress nicer?" and he said "I've been meaning to talk to you. It has been brought to my attention...that you didn't get a raise this year!"
It was like the end of A Christmas Carol:
"I'm not going to stand for this anymore! And therefor, and therefor...I am going to raise your salary!"
It turns out that John, who realized that I am perfectly capable of complaining about the fact that I didn't get a raise, but not capable of doing anything about it, went to Linus and told him that I hadn't gotten one, and negotiated for me as well! I will never be mad at John again.
I have been so worried about money lately--I have old bills that I had no idea when I would be able to pay, so this couldn't come at a better time. And it's retro to the beginning of the year, so I'm gonna be REALLY happy next paycheck!
So I sent a couple of my Billy Bragg photos to this fella who was starting a Billy Bragg photo page (conveniently enough), and when I was looking over the site and preening over my photos (they really are very good--I'm proud of myself) and one by another guy really caught my eye, so I thought I'd check out his home page.
And this guy is a real photographer. I mean, the kind that gets sent on assignment by magazines and things, not an asshole sneaking a camera into the Beacon like me!
Wow, it was just like when I looked at Terry Baker's gallery, and I learned my lesson--there's always someone better than you, every time you turn your head, in fact, so don't get too full of yourself!
When I saw Peter Rabbit the other night, he was teasing me about the vans I take, 'cause they're by a company called Sphinx.
"If you answer the riddle, do you get a free ride?
'It is a treasure chest with no lock, hinge or lid
But golden treasure inside is hid!'"
Well, it turns out that the answer is an egg, but I swear I thought it was a vagina!
Aw c'mon, it's not just me who thinks that, is it?
One year ago today:
You mustn't be afraid of saying the wrong thing.
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