Irony is the Shackles of Youth

Once again, Photoshop is on my computer.

I WILL USE MY PHOTOSHOP SKILLS FOR EVIL ONCE MORE.

Unicorns from Hell

Ya'll, I don't even know.

I don't know if I mentioned it, but Sunday when the hurricane was coming in, I got sick. Like high fever and chills kind of sick. The fever broke Sunday night, which left me with this lovely congestion and cough. Monday and Tuesday were fine: I could stay at home with public transit out, lay on my couch, and pay homage to the Kleenex gods. I was slowly getting better in the way of lingering congestion does: I feel better each day, but every time I sit for more than five minutes I leave behind a small pile of tissues. Wednesday and Thursday I went into work. I started coughing more, and was blowing my nose every 5-10 minutes instead of every 3, but I was getting better.

Then my ears started bothering me. It started with a crackling sound in my ears. Then yesterday, everything started sounding like it was under water in my left ear. About noon, my left ear very suddenly became muffled sounding. Then it had the weird underwater effect. Then it started to hurt.

That was not cool. So off to the clinic I went. The thing that annoyed me most was she kept calling it allergies. Looks lady, it's not allergies. There is nothing triggering this response in me that is not a virus or a bacteria of some sort. STOP CALLING IT THAT. But she gave me the following run down of what was going on:

1) My ears are not infected. Meaning there's no happy, fun pill I can take to make it go away.
2) There's fluid and pressure build up behind my ears due to the congestion. I shouldn't travel because pressure changes = very bad. This means no family reunion.
3) The only thing to do is wait it out and rest. I am not thrilled with this, but that's the way it is.
4) There is medicine to help make the symptoms less severe, but mostly I'm just going to have to suck it up.

Last night I had a bought of insomnia brought about by the fact that I can't breathe out my nose, I have pressure in my sinuses, and now it sounds like I'm stuck permanently in the underwater scenes of the Little Mermaid. I was going to go into work. Then my wonderful, beautiful, sweet wife drove me down to work to get my laptop because she thought it would be better to work from home. Half way back I said "Fuck it. When we get home, I'm going back to bed." So I called in to work and told them I'm not coming.

Then I went to sleep for an extra four hours. IT WAS GLORIOUS.

Still can't hear well. Still coughing and sneezing. Still feel like my sinuses are full of liquidy slime. But dammit, now at least I feel rested.

Needless to say, creativity has taken a hike as I've dealt with this mess. Which is my way of saying I haven't written anything all week. Hopefully, that will change once I get through this. And if I never see another box of tissues again, it will be too soon.

PS: Kira says "Hi" to everyone. Literary cat is literary. ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````

Dressage: A Mitt Romney/Paul Ryan Presidential Slash-fic.

WHAT FRESH HELL IS THIS AND HOW IS SOMEONE MAKING MONEY OFF OF IT.

Went and saw someone about the poison oak since the rash that had started out as a 3 inch line of blisters had morphed over the course of five days into a 5 x 3 inch area of weeping, crusty blisters with an additional 5-6 inches of red, itchy rash. I now have some ointment and pills to help clear it up.

Also, my kitty has been very sweet about not laying on my arm (her usual favorite spot). Instead she sits on the couch cushion behind me and purrs in my ear. I <3 kitty.

Don't laugh.

I just realized today that Caramelldansen was sung in Swedish.

No wonder the lyrics didn't make any sense. They aren't in English.

The funniest thing about Skyrim is that you shoot a bad guy - I mean he's lying on the ground with an arrow sticking out of his chest - and his buddy comes running up, looks at his dead friend, and then says "I must have been hearing things." Because obviously whatever just shot an arrow into your friend there is nothing to worry about and you certainly won't meet the same fate soon.

I should know better by now. Any time a DIY project is going smoothly, it's really just waiting for me to let down my guard before it somehow goes south. This one was no exception.

The Project: Put up a closet
Required skills: Measuring, leveling, using a screw driver, possibly installing drywall anchors
Est. Time: 1.5 hours

( How could this possibly go wrong? )

At this point, I'm almost afraid to drill a hole in the ceiling so I can hang anything from it. -_-

Six people out in the field and I am the only one that somehow manages to wind up with mud all up the back of my pants leg. HOW? My shoes weren't even muddy!

So some of you may remember about me receiving confirmation for a trip to Paris and then later on login information for wi-fi access on a train from Paris to my email. Three guesses what I got today, and the first two don't count. If you said "An email for this lady again" you'd be right.

Seems Ms. Lastname has enrolled her boys in baseball camp and put my email address in as the contact. I got a receipt with her name and address, so now I know who the person is and where she lives. I tried emailing the camp back to explain the problem, but it bounced. Seems it was an auto email address that you can't reply to. A live person did contact me asking about the boys ages and I was able to inform her that she will need to contact Ms. Lastname in another fashion because she has once again given out my email address as hers.

But you know, now that I know Ms. Lastname's full name and address, I am sorely tempted to do a reverse look-up on her phone number. Maybe having the internets calling her will get her to realize that using the wrong email address for stuff can be a bad idea. I can just imagine the conversation.

"Hi Stacy[1]! How have you been? How are things over in Nowhere, OH? I hear the boys are going to be at baseball camp this summer. Pretty exciting. Did you enjoy your trip to Paris? It sounds like so much fun. Where else did you travel? I know the train ride there must have been interesting. Who is this? This is the person whose email address you keep accidentally giving out. That's how I know all this shit about you. Stop doing it." *click*

I think my good deed of the day is not moving forward with this idea. Stay good, Tsaiko. Stay good!


[1] Name and location changed so there is no hope of Ms. Lastname accidentally finding this post.

Got a call from the bank about the mortgage/pre-approval. They didn't laugh at us when reviewing it with me, so I assume it's going forward!

( And now, a story. )

Things I have found while doing an Adopt-a-Highway clean up:

- Social Security card
- Military ID, expired (but with SSN)
- Bank statement
- Tax return (again, with SSN)

And people wonder why identity theft is so prevalent. -_-