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Feeling better. It could have been the shingles, but either way, my symptoms are going away and all is well.
The sucky thing is I haven't been able to shave in a week. Want a peek?
The sucky thing is I haven't been able to shave in a week. Want a peek?
I've got a staph infection. I'm quarantined for the time being. Applying anti-biotics in three separate forms. Bored. Mildly depressed. What up with y'all?
Just found out why I'm sick. It's gross. That is all.
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Feeling sick. Still have to go to work. Blargh. On the upside, my throat isn't closed making impossible for me to breath anymore! Breathing: four out of five doctors recommend it.
Okay, so DC. Got there safely. Hoorah. We went straight into meetings for the Association. Oh! So at the public affairs conference, they get different people to talk about politics to us. Last year (the year I didn't go) they had Newt Gingrich and James Carville. This year we got the 143rd least important people for the Obama/McCain campaigns.
There was some interesting stuff going on. Long story short, apparently I'm now the face of the NRA. (National Restaurant Association, but we kill just as many people.) I didn't mean to be. My group talked to a congressman, and he changed a critical vote, basically after talking for two minutes.
We didn't do anything. But everyone at the Association thought we were heroes, so they followed us around with cameras everywhere. Apparently I was the only photogenic one, as I was taken aside for a personal interview, told to stand in front of the capital to take photos, and was forced to sign a contract saying they own every image of me every taken.
Gotta get back. Ciao!
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Feeling sick. Still have to go to work. Blargh. On the upside, my throat isn't closed making impossible for me to breath anymore! Breathing: four out of five doctors recommend it.
Okay, so DC. Got there safely. Hoorah. We went straight into meetings for the Association. Oh! So at the public affairs conference, they get different people to talk about politics to us. Last year (the year I didn't go) they had Newt Gingrich and James Carville. This year we got the 143rd least important people for the Obama/McCain campaigns.
There was some interesting stuff going on. Long story short, apparently I'm now the face of the NRA. (National Restaurant Association, but we kill just as many people.) I didn't mean to be. My group talked to a congressman, and he changed a critical vote, basically after talking for two minutes.
We didn't do anything. But everyone at the Association thought we were heroes, so they followed us around with cameras everywhere. Apparently I was the only photogenic one, as I was taken aside for a personal interview, told to stand in front of the capital to take photos, and was forced to sign a contract saying they own every image of me every taken.
Gotta get back. Ciao!
Feeling sick. Still have to go to work. Blargh. On the upside, my throat isn't closed making impossible for me to breath anymore! Breathing: four out of five doctors recommend it.
Okay, so DC. Got there safely. Hoorah. We went straight into meetings for the Association. Oh! So at the public affairs conference, they get different people to talk about politics to us. Last year (the year I didn't go) they had Newt Gingrich and James Carville. This year we got the 143rd least important people for the Obama/McCain campaigns.
There was some interesting stuff going on. Long story short, apparently I'm now the face of the NRA. (National Restaurant Association, but we kill just as many people.) I didn't mean to be. My group talked to a congressman, and he changed a critical vote, basically after talking for two minutes.
We didn't do anything. But everyone at the Association thought we were heroes, so they followed us around with cameras everywhere. Apparently I was the only photogenic one, as I was taken aside for a personal interview, told to stand in front of the capital to take photos, and was forced to sign a contract saying they own every image of me every taken.
Gotta get back. Ciao!
Okay, so DC. Got there safely. Hoorah. We went straight into meetings for the Association. Oh! So at the public affairs conference, they get different people to talk about politics to us. Last year (the year I didn't go) they had Newt Gingrich and James Carville. This year we got the 143rd least important people for the Obama/McCain campaigns.
There was some interesting stuff going on. Long story short, apparently I'm now the face of the NRA. (National Restaurant Association, but we kill just as many people.) I didn't mean to be. My group talked to a congressman, and he changed a critical vote, basically after talking for two minutes.
We didn't do anything. But everyone at the Association thought we were heroes, so they followed us around with cameras everywhere. Apparently I was the only photogenic one, as I was taken aside for a personal interview, told to stand in front of the capital to take photos, and was forced to sign a contract saying they own every image of me every taken.
Gotta get back. Ciao!
And I'm home. I just got back from a trip to DC with the Association. Blargh. Where should I start?
I'm on the plane to DFW when I looked up from my book and noticed an odd texture in the air. I looked back and saw a wall of smoke coming up from the back of the cabin.
From the speaker system: This is your captain speaking. We seem to be experiencing some haze in the cabin. We're going to have to turn back around. This is quite common occurrence in this plane. [added for emphasis] You might see some fire trucks when we touch down. They're just going to inspect the plane for hotspots before we taxi to the gate.
*gasp* Did pomfelo make it?!
Yup. I was oddly calm about the whole thing. I just went back to my book. I figured there wasn't anything I could do about the problem. If we were going to crash, the only thing on my checklist of unfinished things I could do from my seat on the plane was finish that book. *shrug*
Okay, there's more, but I'll get back to that stuff later. Ciao!
I'm on the plane to DFW when I looked up from my book and noticed an odd texture in the air. I looked back and saw a wall of smoke coming up from the back of the cabin.
From the speaker system: This is your captain speaking. We seem to be experiencing some haze in the cabin. We're going to have to turn back around. This is quite common occurrence in this plane. [added for emphasis] You might see some fire trucks when we touch down. They're just going to inspect the plane for hotspots before we taxi to the gate.
*gasp* Did pomfelo make it?!
Yup. I was oddly calm about the whole thing. I just went back to my book. I figured there wasn't anything I could do about the problem. If we were going to crash, the only thing on my checklist of unfinished things I could do from my seat on the plane was finish that book. *shrug*
Okay, there's more, but I'll get back to that stuff later. Ciao!
Where was I? It was kinda crazy around here for a while. A ton of people came in from Houston to SA. Most of the people seemed pretty slap happy and spent most of their time drinking. I don't blame them.
Last night was weird. I started having this dream where I was back in college, a big paper was due the next day, and people kept showing up causing all kinds of craziness. Funny thing though, that was actually kinda cool. I guess a part of me misses that simpler time. I woke up in the middle of the night, oddly pleased by it.
MISTAKE!
I think my subconscious got pissed that it didn't get me, because I went back to sleep and had every cliche anxiety dream you can think of. Wandering around naked looking for clothes with someone chasing after me. Ugh.
EDIT:
I forgot to mention this:
Roger Ebert recently posted an essay on his blog:
http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2008/09/the_candidates_favorite_movies.html
about the presidential candidates' favorite films. McCain's pick? Viva Zapata!
John McCain's favorite film is where a Mexican is played by a white guy. Huge surprise.
--P
Got to get back to work. Blargh. Ciao!
Last night was weird. I started having this dream where I was back in college, a big paper was due the next day, and people kept showing up causing all kinds of craziness. Funny thing though, that was actually kinda cool. I guess a part of me misses that simpler time. I woke up in the middle of the night, oddly pleased by it.
MISTAKE!
I think my subconscious got pissed that it didn't get me, because I went back to sleep and had every cliche anxiety dream you can think of. Wandering around naked looking for clothes with someone chasing after me. Ugh.
EDIT:
I forgot to mention this:
Roger Ebert recently posted an essay on his blog:
http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2008/09/the_candidates_favorite_movies.html
about the presidential candidates' favorite films. McCain's pick? Viva Zapata!
John McCain's favorite film is where a Mexican is played by a white guy. Huge surprise.
--P
Got to get back to work. Blargh. Ciao!
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I just realized it's John McCain's birthday, too! 72 years young!
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I'm skipping my birthday this year.
I'm posting this over in the Day in the Life group.
8/27/08: My lazy day
This is my lazy day off.
Wake up!
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I just realized it's John McCain's birthday, too! 72 years young!
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I'm skipping my birthday this year.
I'm posting this over in the Day in the Life group.
8/27/08: My lazy day
This is my lazy day off.
Wake up!
WiiFit Yoga
Walk to my apartment's gym.
Light Cardio
Head home.
A quick shower later, I'm head out.
This is me driving.
It's Wednesday, that's new comic book day!
Now, time for lunch!
Just Drivin'
Hold on a second.
Ooops.
Now, I'm getting ready for a business trip, so let's do some shopping!
That done with, I head back home for a bit.
Chill out.
Ooops. Time to meet some friends.
We arrive. Everybody mingles.
mmmmmDinner
Ooops. It's starting!
Haha! We x off Keith!
We accesorize
Too much bubbly. One uneventful trip later, and I'm home. Good night!
