06 October 2008
Recycle this Note
Current mood: argumentative
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
~ "Viva la Vida" by Coldplay
My lips are chapped. To remedy the sitch (that is 'situation' for the abbreviation challenged) I have been plastering on the CO Bigelow Lip Formula No 1053 with Sweet Almond Oil and Cottonseed Oil. It has a nice smell and doesn't taste too bad either. I am in no way suggesting that you snack on the stuff – but, for the accidental ingestion, it is tolerable. This morning, I remembered too late that my clothes were still in the washer, leaving me limited on my clothing choices. Yes, it is true, I still have boxes of clothes at my parents' where the majority of my belongings are beings stored until I figure out what it is I am going to do with my life.
I definitely need to find and unpack my sweaters. It's way too cold here for all this summer gear I have been wearing.
I was ill on Friday and slept the day away. My nose is still running and my ears still hurt – but at least I am no longer achy. Being achy sucks. I don't understand how our body actually gets all achy from an illness. Do the germs attack our nerve endings? If someone knows the answer to this, let me know. I would like to have a genuine medical explanation.
Genuine medical explanations are amazing things sometimes. For example, when I walk into bright sunlight I sneeze. I thought it was just a weird little quirk. I was wrong.
"Sun sneezing or photic sneezing is a genetic condition (sometimes called 'ACHOO Syndrome') in which the signals from your eye to your brain are somehow also received by the part of your brain which deals with the sneeze reflex. This means that when your brain is being told to contract your iris in response to increased light it also thinks that it is being told to produce a sneeze." (ACHOO - AUTOSOMAL DOMINANT COMPELLING HELIOOPHTHALMIC OUTBURST SYNDROME.)
I should ask my parents if they sneeze at the sun, since it appears to be a genetic trait. I wonder why evolution continues to pass this on through DNA. Someday, will it be the salvation of mankind? I wonder. . .
Sunday morning, I was awakened by a hacking cough – not mine; but Gracie's. She was coughing and gagging, then before I could move her. . . ewwwwwwwwwww. . . . vomit and hair ball all over my pillow. Very gross! The thing about cats is that they are so seldom embarrassed. Instead of looking forlorn or even the least bit sorry, she gave ME a look of disdain, as if it were my fault, then she began grooming herself. Unbelievable!
Okay, last thing before I end this post. Yesterday, I was working at my 'other' job and I invited a family into the viewing room to look at their portraits and I said, "Y'all". This is not unusual, as I often say "y'all". What is unusual is having someone mock me for it. Sure enough, the 'dad' of the family said in this really poor Texan accent imitation, "yee haw kids, come on y'all, we're fixin' to go look at some pictures". I love it when people find it perfectly acceptable to insult someone in a public manner. Bloody Hell!
PERSONAL NOTE: Hope your visit with your mom was fun!
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: Hi. What are you doing this weekend?
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