I woke up at 6a this morning choking on my own vomit, like I'm a rock star or something. Although actually, the thing with rock stars is that they just do the choking part, not the waking part.

It was all very peculiar. After half an hour and still having to take tiny sips of water and try not to cough or it would start again, I called in sick to work. I figure that after going into work that day last year after being up all night filling my shoes with vomit means that I this time I get to just stay home and be sick rather than thinking that I am indispensable.

I actually did not take a single sick day last year at all, so it's not as though I don't have plenty piled up.

Just saw Dick Gephardt being interviewed on the Today Show because he is not running for president. I am not running for president either, I imagine that my interview will be tomorrow.

"Yes Katie, I have decided not to leave my current job at The Company That Must Not Be Named and seek the Democratic Nomination for President in 2004. I think that I could have provided a real challenge to President Bush, but I feel that Accounts Payable is where my heart really lies."

I wonder if I can get another day off work?

So, I stayed up until 10a and then went back to sleep until 3.30p.

I had the strangest dream, that I was Bridget Jones, but it wasn't in a funny story, like in the book, it was actually quite tragic and I wept all through the plot of the dream. It ended with my being shot by firing squad. Who would shoot Bridget Jones?

Anyway, to yesterday, which was what I was supposed to really talk about in this entry, before I started spewing like a fountain, if a fountain could be found that spewed vomit, and what a popular fountain that would be.

In the afternoon I got a call from Anne asking if I wanted to go out to dinner. I know that The Rules say not to accept a last-minute date, but hey, she's only in town for a couple more days, what else could I do? Also, all I was planning on doing was dying my hair anyway, I'll take eating ribs with a friend who's out of town for most of the year over that without having to think too hard.

So we met at the Union Square rib joint that I can never remember what it's called, and she looked amazing. She was always one of those people who looked stunning and sexy without being skinny, so it's not as though she lost weight and was suddenly beautiful, she just lost weight and was more beautiful. She is an inspiration.

We talked and talked, she told me all the stories that she didn't use for actual entries this past year, and about the show that she's doing on Thursday and Friday that I can't wait to see and we shoved ribs into our gullets as though there were no tomorrow. Also, a brownie sundae. There was, of course, a tomorrow. Filled with vomit.

And when I got home, I did dye my hair after all! I'm a wild woman, you can't stop me.

And I even dyed it a different colour! A few months ago I bought Cherry Bomb instead of Atomic Pink because they were out of Atomic Pink at Ricky's (aka the whore store) but ended up not using it because it looked too red and not pink enough.

Last night I decided that too red was better than my awful roots, so I slopped it on and I quite like it, it's not too red at all! It's just kind of more fuschia than bright pink. I really dig it.

However...I can't have pink hair in Boys. It's not right for the tone of the piece and not right for the small-town character. My hair might look pretty now, but it'll be a pain in the neck to get rid of in a couple of weeks. I might have to dye it brown or something.

Today's horoscope:
Unorthodox methods may be the answer. Virgo understands the system well enough to outsmart it when necessary. If your luck holds, the boss won't pick this moment to drop in and see what you're doing.

One year ago today:
I need to just get up when the alarm rings, revolutionary idea though that may be. I'm sure that Flylady would agree.

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