The long slog (a.k.a. holiday hell) is nearly over. But being up with people for so long has taken its toll, with my cold taking a turn for the worse. Naturally I don’t want this thing to kick my ass. But I have a time honored tradition to uphold, of hurling on New Year’s Eve/New Year’s Day. And this without any alcohol. It’s been food poisoning or stomach flu that gets me. So maybe this cold will soon morph into something even more special.
I have been able to keep my mind off feeling like crap, for short periods of time at least. Today a friend and I went to the dollar theater to see Marie Anoinette, which we both enjoyed. Such ridiculous decadence…but just the sort of eye candy I was in the mood for. Other delightful distractions are in the queue. Yesterday I received My Secret: A PostSecret book, the second such from the good people at the PostSecret blog (where “shared confessions are an art form”). Another friend gave me the Total Fucking Blood disc, plus two volumes of the Astonishing X-Men (Gifted and Dangerous) penned by my man Joss Whedon. Squeee!
But right now I feel the need…the need for sleep.