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Mar. 4th, 2002 06:44 amSo I thought I was feeling better, but then I spent the whole night tossing and turning and lucid dreaming and looking at the clock every 20 minutes. And my dream was frustrating because I was trying to remix some crappy piece of house music, but MelRo kept being on my side of the bed which was hindering my ability to isolate the vocal and bass tracks. Hmm. Then I would wake up more and try to relax and separate the two problems, but I just ended up tossing and turning more. She seemed to be having active dreams as well, including some talking, but she might have just been responding to me.
So I awoke at 6 am and decided to take a break from trying to sleep. Plus, these days I'm naturally waking around 6 am because the sun is coming up earlier and earlier. (Oh, and have I mentioned that we still don't have curtains in the bedroom? Damn we're lazy. We should get on that sometime soon...) So I called in sick to work which I really wasn't planning on doing before, but I know if I'm sneezy and snuffly AND I exhausted, I will get no work done and I'll be miserable and I'll prolong the illness.
I honestly don't feel that sick during the day, which is why I'm so perplexed by my feverish and troubled nights. Maybe I made myself worse by going out yesterday afternoon/evening in the bitter cold to go record shopping down the street. But I found some fabulous finds for my next gig on March 31st -- the Chicago Kings birthday bash/performance. And this will probably be my largest (public) gig yet, as well as my first gay club -- over 2 hour set at Circuit. So now I have a more tangible goal for getting my website up and running.
When I was a kid, I would intentionally fake sick more often near Christmas time (which was sort of easy since it would actually start to be winter around then) so I could stay home while my mom went to work and I could sneak pieces of fudge and other cookies/candy all day long. I was notorious for sneaking food, especially sweets during my childhood. One time I 'stole' an entire bag of chocolate chips from the pantry and ate almost the whole bag in one afternoon while reading The Three Investigators. I ended up puking it all up that evening. Yet, it didn't ruin chocolate chips for me at all. The only food that has ever made me ill and I can't eat years later was something I never vomited -- cheese fries. I had a bad batch of cheese fries from the campus food court my sophmore year that induced a food poisoning reaction that wasn't severe enough to make me puke, but kept my stomach cramping and nauseous for almost 2 days. I probably should have purged it out of my system rather than suffer for so long.
But then again, my diet is pretty crappy anyway, so it's probably just as well that it doesn't included fried potatoes with cheez whiz on top.
So I awoke at 6 am and decided to take a break from trying to sleep. Plus, these days I'm naturally waking around 6 am because the sun is coming up earlier and earlier. (Oh, and have I mentioned that we still don't have curtains in the bedroom? Damn we're lazy. We should get on that sometime soon...) So I called in sick to work which I really wasn't planning on doing before, but I know if I'm sneezy and snuffly AND I exhausted, I will get no work done and I'll be miserable and I'll prolong the illness.
I honestly don't feel that sick during the day, which is why I'm so perplexed by my feverish and troubled nights. Maybe I made myself worse by going out yesterday afternoon/evening in the bitter cold to go record shopping down the street. But I found some fabulous finds for my next gig on March 31st -- the Chicago Kings birthday bash/performance. And this will probably be my largest (public) gig yet, as well as my first gay club -- over 2 hour set at Circuit. So now I have a more tangible goal for getting my website up and running.
When I was a kid, I would intentionally fake sick more often near Christmas time (which was sort of easy since it would actually start to be winter around then) so I could stay home while my mom went to work and I could sneak pieces of fudge and other cookies/candy all day long. I was notorious for sneaking food, especially sweets during my childhood. One time I 'stole' an entire bag of chocolate chips from the pantry and ate almost the whole bag in one afternoon while reading The Three Investigators. I ended up puking it all up that evening. Yet, it didn't ruin chocolate chips for me at all. The only food that has ever made me ill and I can't eat years later was something I never vomited -- cheese fries. I had a bad batch of cheese fries from the campus food court my sophmore year that induced a food poisoning reaction that wasn't severe enough to make me puke, but kept my stomach cramping and nauseous for almost 2 days. I probably should have purged it out of my system rather than suffer for so long.
But then again, my diet is pretty crappy anyway, so it's probably just as well that it doesn't included fried potatoes with cheez whiz on top.
