Achoo, I do.
Not one hour after my last post, Dixie inserted a few acupuncture needles into my face. Let me tell you-- being fear of needles girl, that took a whole lot of teeth gritting, and yes, the ones on the side of my nose hurt like hell. I also had two in my wrists, and two in my hands, which is why I apologize, Aster, that I did not pick up the phone when you called. All in all, it managed to buy me most of a functioning day, after knocking me out for a good two hours.
The wedding I went to with Yancy was a pretty fun wedding-- his improv group performed at the reception, where I also got a little swing dancing in, and there was totally a moonbounce thingy that we commandeered. I also got to help decorate the car for the just-married couple whom I had never met. Heh. So it was like The Wedding Crashers, but, you know... not. All of the Floam and antics at our table kept my usual wedding blues away (I hate to say it, but I've gotten pretty sad at almost every wedding I've been to since Mike and I broke up, especially the one for a Mike and a Christine whom everyone kept calling Christina, so if I heard one more goddamn thing about Mike and Christina and everlasting love, I was going to stab myself in the eyeball with a salad fork, so help me god-- it was my own personal version of hell, where I start to think how I wanted to sing 'Your Song' into his ear during the first dance and oh god, oh god, I want to die. Sorry, I digress.), so I was mostly good, if not a little sickness-induced sniffly. I must say, Yancy looked rather dashing in his suit. (What's that? A bona-fide compliment? Perish the thought!)
However, the wedding is over, and I am home, ready to fully give myself over to being a whiny, miserable, sick mess. I will become one with the sickness. I will not fear the sickness, which is the mind-number. It is the little "oh god, let me die" that brings total commiseration. I will face my sickness. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when the sickness has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the sickness has gone, there will be nothing. Only wadded-up tissues shall remain. [/Dune]
Oh yeah. And I had cute hair. Ordinarily, I've got the make-up fu, but not so much the hair-fu. Today was certainly a hair-fu kind of day.
Okay. Off to hug my new Garfield pillow and beg for a swift and merciful death. *sneeze*
The wedding I went to with Yancy was a pretty fun wedding-- his improv group performed at the reception, where I also got a little swing dancing in, and there was totally a moonbounce thingy that we commandeered. I also got to help decorate the car for the just-married couple whom I had never met. Heh. So it was like The Wedding Crashers, but, you know... not. All of the Floam and antics at our table kept my usual wedding blues away (I hate to say it, but I've gotten pretty sad at almost every wedding I've been to since Mike and I broke up, especially the one for a Mike and a Christine whom everyone kept calling Christina, so if I heard one more goddamn thing about Mike and Christina and everlasting love, I was going to stab myself in the eyeball with a salad fork, so help me god-- it was my own personal version of hell, where I start to think how I wanted to sing 'Your Song' into his ear during the first dance and oh god, oh god, I want to die. Sorry, I digress.), so I was mostly good, if not a little sickness-induced sniffly. I must say, Yancy looked rather dashing in his suit. (What's that? A bona-fide compliment? Perish the thought!)
However, the wedding is over, and I am home, ready to fully give myself over to being a whiny, miserable, sick mess. I will become one with the sickness. I will not fear the sickness, which is the mind-number. It is the little "oh god, let me die" that brings total commiseration. I will face my sickness. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when the sickness has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the sickness has gone, there will be nothing. Only wadded-up tissues shall remain. [/Dune]
Oh yeah. And I had cute hair. Ordinarily, I've got the make-up fu, but not so much the hair-fu. Today was certainly a hair-fu kind of day.
Okay. Off to hug my new Garfield pillow and beg for a swift and merciful death. *sneeze*