Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Take a Deep Breath

Worried Readers, worry no more. I have quit smoking cloves. I'm not sure why, but they started making me queasy. Even though I stuck to the one-cigarette-per-day limit. So I quit. There comes a time when even the pleasure of sitting outside, fiddling with lighters and little pretty boxes and sucking on an aromatic stick is outweighed by the urge to yack every time I breathed in.

And I'm not about to try real cigarettes to see if they're any better. I only smoked to smoke cloves, and they're turning my lil' stomach, sad to say.

I'm a quitter.


All RIGHT, Gato!!

Jeez - you know, it's hard to find cute cat footage that doesn't have cats falling off things or zooming headfirst into walls. I disapprove of filming cat head-ons. This guy's pretty zen, though. Dig it.



Friday, October 13, 2006

Superstition Ain't the Way, Naw Naw Naw

Unbelievable. Regardless of whether or not we believe that Friday the 13th is an incredibly unlucky day, for me this has been at least not a good day. A list:

1. Our company's server crashed with a mighty boom. In the middle of post-quarter scrambling. When we need all the databases our server...uh, serves...the most. It has made everyone a little touchy, since in my line of work many things can't be delayed by a day. Money is lost.

2. I just got what's going around this god-be-damned petri dish of a city. Bad, bad, bad head cold. I'm so high on drugs that I barely remember my own name.

3. I personally have work assignments requiring that I work smarter and faster than I've ever worked before. This on cold medication is remarkably peculiar. Fortunately I'm too drugged-up to panic.

4. The cold has made me so sleepy and contagious that I will not be able to drive home to spend the weekend with my beloved parents, accompanying my mother to two fun-filled baby showers for my sister. We would have had a good time. Now she'll have a good time and call me from time to time to make sure I'm well-stocked with lemons and honey. I love my Mum.

5. [OVERSHARE ALERT] It's that time of the month again, with all the skin afflictions, grouchiness, temperamental bowels and, oh yeah, bleeding and back pain that that implies.

I feel like shaking my fist at the sky and yelling, "WHAT ELSE YOU GOT??"

Maybe on the 14th.


P.S. Lest the Universe remind me, I really do know that these are all temporary discomforts at the very worst. My life is awfully good almost all of the time and man, it could be so much worse. And honestly, the Dayquil has gotten me in such a state of blissful highness, I'm really not feeling as pitiful as I sound.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006


I amuse myself often by wondering what conversations between my husband and I would sound like taken out of context. Here are a couple of samples:

Cerise: "Wait - how did Felicity Huffman get infected?"

Ramon: [surprised] "Oh. I don't know. Must've been when the pilot was bleeding and writhing around."

C: "Yeah, but the two doctors were the only ones that got blood on them. Not her."

R: "You're right. Huh."

C: "Just plot-driving, I guess. 'It could be anyone, AT ANY TIME'."

R: [chuckle] "Yep."


One morning I got up and was pulling on clothes, looking down on a
sleepy Ramon (who was tangled up in the covers with B'Elanna). This is
our conversation:

Cerise: "Monchis."

Ramon: "Mm?"

C: "There's an open condom wrapper on your bedside table."

R: "Oh my god."

C: "It must have been from a few nights ago, huh? Or did you do something to me while I was sleeping last night?"

R: "Uh, no, unless I was asleep too."

[pause] He blinks, yawns.

R: "Sleep-fucking."


Anyone else this weird within the bounds of their committed relationship?