In case you haven't been around since the beginning of the long holiday weekend, entries start here and yes, I know that there are still three entries in the middle that I need to write, and since they are all really truly half written, I really will write them this week.

Destiny's Child is on the Today Show, plugging their Christmas album to within an inch of its life, and they introduced their version of "Little Drummer Boy" by saying, "Beyonce did the arrangement, and she made it really hot!"

Not really what I look for in a Christmas carol, but possibly that's just me. I'm such a staid traditionalist.

So yesterday would have been more fun had I actually not been hideously ill for half of it.

I woke up incredibly sick, just nauseous and every time I left the bathroom I had to turn right back around and go back. I was supposed to be meeting Tracing and Amanda and Jeff at 11a in the city, but it was already 11a and I hadn't left the house yet.

I know what the problem is, too. You know how when you are younger you can eat everything and sleep fine and never heard of the word indigestion? Well, to me, "younger" was about a month ago, because like flipping a switch all of a sudden if I eat too late at night or too much or if I walk immediately after eating, I get explosively, elaborately ill. This has, of course, not stopped me from eating late at night or too much or from walking immediately afterwards, but it has occurred to me that this cause and effect seems not to be ending, and I might want to consider changing my habits.

Anyway, so I was late meeting them, but I rang Tracing on her cell and I met them where they were already having lunch, since I certainly wasn't eating. Near the end of the meal I starting feeling like I could possibly eat without disaster, so we went over to Vynl for dessert for them and a grilled cheese sandwich for me.

Turns out that they don't serve grilled cheese during brunch on the weekend, so I just had four bites of lemon cake, two of Tracing's and two of Amanda's. There is no greater proof that I felt sick, that I didn't get my own piece. I do think it's funny that everyone I take there becomes a lemon cake freak.

Afterwards, we went to see Amelie over at the Paris, which certainly seemed appropriate.

There were about a million people in line, and I didn't particularly remember that the theatre was that huge on the inside, but everyone managed to shoehorn themselves in okay.

This was a completely lovely, charming film about gaining your heart's desire, and we all know how sentimental I am about things like that. Audrey Tautou, as Amelie, was amazing, she could have been a silent film actress. She couldn't have had more than 20 lines, but she was so engaging to watch, with eyes that you could read like books, and Mathieu Kassovitz was a great match for her.

I truly loved this movie.

Then Amanda and Jeff were going down to Meyer's of Keswick down on "'Oodson Straight between Horaaaaation and Jaaaaane," and I started to go down with them, but I started feeling rough again and headed off home instead.

I was supposed to work on the Christmas card, but didn't, so when I talked to my mother at 9p, she spent most of the call yelling at me for not doing it. I have to do it tonight after work or I'm dead.

Today's horoscope:
Looking a little deeper into your circumstances will reveal a friend has done you a favor. Take note!

One year ago today:
"Yay! Ostertag used the potty!"

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