Here it is, 2.35p, and no entry yet, what's wrong with me! And only a day after swearing that I'd get back on schedule. Shame shame shame. I know you cannot see me, but I really am giving myself a severe beating in order to punish myself. Ow.

Actually, what's up is that I'm home sick, so I'm just kind of hanging around, watching SNL on VH1, petting the cats and trying not to throw up. It's working fairly well.

Yesterday was one of those days of crises at work, but it was actually pretty great, because we all were being hit with problems that we were solving and we kept keeping ahead of everything--backs against the wall, surfing the wave, and other various mixed metaphors.

Then, around 4.30p, I was starving to death, and I went out and tried to cash a check up at Fleet, unfortunately finding the bank closed, so I went to McDonald's and ate. And immediately became violently ill.

I was energetically sick for a good 40 minutes, and when I finally made it back to work, it was 6p and everyone was gone, and the checks that I was in the middle of cutting couldn't be finished, because I could neither get blank checks nor was there anyone there to sign the checks. Which meant that half of the crises that I averted wouldn't be getting the checks that they required. Which made for an extremely weird ending for the day.

I stayed at the office for another couple of hours, trying to get The Raccoon on the phone at home and putting all of the work that I had to do today on everyone else's desk, because I was pretty certain that I wouldn't be coming in today.

This morning I felt better, but had already done all the work in order not to come in, that I decided not, in fact, to come in.

Jessie has gone to an every other day schedule. Jessie clearly does not spend enough time thinking about my needs. Jessie is a bad bad girl.

On the other hand, Stee is a good good boy! Congrats, Stee! Except, wait...this makes the odds for my film even being accepted at Sundance, let alone to win and change my life forever and everything becoming all soda and pie (I prefer that to beer and skittles) have become astronomical! Two well-known online journalists winning at major film festivals just a couple of months apart? No chance, none, not a sausage!

Damn you, Stee, damn yoooooooooouuuuuuu!

Today's horoscope:
Communication is emphasized--whether through more mail, more phone calls or more conversations. Inform yourself; exchange ideas.

One year ago today:
To which I responded "Wean her."

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