Same thing happened again last night--I went to bed with the bit of a cold that developed during the day and woke with a raging sore throat at 4.30a. Fortunately, I had stuffed my pockets with Kleenex at work, so I had something to blow my nose in besides the same Kleenex over and over again. Again, though, when I woke up the sore throat was gone. Why does it only exist in the middle of the night?

4.30a. The long, dark snot-nose of the soul.

So Monday was a day of being ever-so-slightly hungover all day, with another party to look forward to that night!

I was planning on going to see Meet Me in St. Louis all restored and beautiful on the big screen first and then coming to the party, but ended up just staying for the party. AKA, the boring-ass party.

Everyone else seemed to be having a swell time, but I am not much of a party fan, I detest karaoke, and why do I want to spend the evening talking to people that I talk to all day? The food was good, particularly some aged Vermont white cheddar that I would kill my mother to get more of. And nice ribs, but the cornbread and beans were way too spicy.

There is no damn reason to make cornbread spicy, it's like some sort of hideous trick. It looks like cornbread, at first it tastes like cornbread, but then some sort of jalepeno bomb is unleashed and all is ashes. Particularly my tongue.

Anyway, I ate a metric buttload of the cheese, several ribs, and then I tried to start on the brownies and cookies and creampuffs, but the cheese took up too much room. I wandered around a bit, wondering if I would ever be interested in anything besides sneaking out for a smoke with Rob and not even caring that all I could bum were menthols, and also wondering why only the worse singers are the ones whom you cannot keep away from the karaoke machine with a leash, a muzzle and a stick with nails in.

Then I snuck down to the box office and read my email for awhile and went home. I'm glad I didn't miss that cheese, but other than that, I would frankly rather have watched Meet Me in St. Louis.

Still no cell-phone.

I figured that it has to still be there, since I keep calling it and calling it, but the voice-mail picks up straight away and there is almost no service in the darkroom. And if it is there, it has to be in my locker, because the room I used was com-pa-letely empty, and it's not like I was carrying it around in my hand while rinsing my prints.

I called the proprietor (you know, the one who has a crush on me which is why I can get away with not paying my locker rental for a year) and asked her to listen by my locker for the alarm that was going to go off at noon, and she did, but heard nothing.

It has to be in there, it has to.

Remember, if anyone who wants a Xmas card from me this year had best send me their address, because remember? No computer means no Xmas card list!

Today's horoscope:
Prepare to celebrate. A family member or dear friend has plans to unveil involving a major life change, and they'll want to share their joy. There's only one thing to do: organize a party.

One year ago today:
Yesterday they were talking about rain mixed with snow, but that's not what is coming down in my backyard, what I see is snow mixed with more snow.

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