Shorty, say what's your price?

I like to welcome buddha back to the show today. I leant him out to a co-worker who needed some calming like nobody's business. She returned him to my monitor this morning.

Last night I spent almost the entire time at my workstation. I finished up editing and compiling the sound for Poet Friend and then started dubbing all sorts of mad shit, like her two-disc Steely Dan set as well as copies of mixtapes for some various folks. Speaking of, my poll yesterday? Damn, folks. I had no idea it would be so successful. There were livejournal people I'd never seen before wanting me to send them a mix, so big props to new friends and music swaps. I'll probably start e-mailing folks next week with confirmations and my address and all that fun stuff.

Sophie wasn't happy with my preoccupations yesterday evening. She knocked the playstation 2 off the shelf, she spilled and broke my glass of milk, and she chewed up the tub stopper. The tub stopper. The dog went into the bathroom, climbed into the tub, and found the stopper. She must have a rubber addiction which supercedes her fear of baths and the tub. She even hopped in while we were brushing our teeth last night, as if to show off how clever she is. Oh, and she clawed my face last night while trying to get my attention. She's like a toddler who tugs on your sleeve until you turn to listen, except with her lack of opposable thumbs, she unintentionally mauls instead of pulls.

This morning she clawed at me again, though not as hard. She was really excited about my singing "My Cherie Amour" to her. I guess she's a big Stevie Wonder fan, which doesn't surprise me. She has good taste.
Today's mission, should I choose to accept it: finding a pair of black pants.

What the hell, I don't have time.

I was supposed to be fasting today. Well, I wasn't really supposed to be doing anything, but after a breakfast consisting of a glass of milk and two bites of a peanut-butter-and-chocolate candy which I promptly threw up for no apparent reason, I decided not to eat much today.

I've puked more in the past six weeks than I have in rest of my life combined. I'm being quite serious and non-hyperbolic here, which I must say since I know I'm prone to such analogies. Okay, maybe not the rest of my life, but let's say "more in the past six weeks than in the past six years". I have theories. They include: 1) recent allergy phenomenon pointed out by doctor that causes constant nasal drip down my throat and causing nausea; 2) recently developed lactose intolerance; 3) an ulcer; 4) completely psychosomatic.

I wouldn't put the fourth one past me. But the kicker is, I have no idea what stressor in my life started that far back (New Year's) and is continuing now. If it is psychosomatic, that mthafcka changed the game more than Jay-Z.

So I had an alka-seltzer for second breakfast at work. And a cigarette for lunch. And then I decided to fast, so in the afternoon I took some chromium supplements and made a cup of tea. Forty-five minutes ago I forgot and ate two miniature Mrs. Field's cookies.

To Do: cut back on dairy, nicotine and caffeine. Take allergy medication at night -- seeing as I'm mostly puking in the morning (and I'm pretty sure it's not morning sickness since that's biologically impossible), I'm leaning toward the post-nasal drip theory still.

Why am I listening to this Brandy song every time I'm on livejournal? Or maybe it's just been constantly stuck in my head. I guess it's beats Toto's Africa.