Domestic Geek

Sneezing or coughing makes my throat hurt. So, I sneezed a half hour ago and tried to do it in a way that wouldn't hurt my throat and I pulled something in my upper back. Yay, now it hurts to breathe. I just can't win lately.

Current mood: creative
I never realized how much I lay my arm across my forehead when I sleep until last night. I'd keep touching that bump and waking myself up.

My newest ebay prize is a June 1999 issue of The Cross Stitcher magazine that features a chart called "Angel of Cross Stitch" and uses 361 DMC colors. It was designed to commemorate the 100th anniversary of DMC floss. There used to be clubs all over the Internet of women who were stitching this piece. Most of them have gone away (people gave up/lost interest?), but this one site still exists. It doesn't appear to be active, but at least it has a couple of the errors in the chart and a floss shopping list. After I finish this module at school, I will begin this project. I haven't done any cross-stitching since my Vegas trip and I'm really looking forward to doing some. The best part about this is I can easily resell the magazine for what I paid. It appears to be one of the most sought-after cross stitch magazines out there. THe one I got is in mint condition, too. The subscription cards were even still there. EBAY ROCKS!

Isn't it funny how when you're unable to eat something, that's what you crave? I'm craving nachos. I know there is no way I could enjoy them with the raw state my poor throat is in, but I'm craving them just the same. In fact, I've been craving them since last Wednesday. *sigh* Maybe by this weekend my throat will be up to having some.

Tomorrow they're supposed to reveal the identity of the Salem Stalker on Days of Our Lives. Finally! I am so sick of this story line. It's been going on for months and they're dragging it out even more the closer they get to the end. Argh! That's one of the things I hate about soap operas. It takes forever to get to the point, to move on, to resolve anything. Maybe that's one of the reasons I hate my job so much. It really is a real-life soap opera there. I was told yesterday that the manager was crying when he left work Saturday night because he is so sure the store is going to fall apart while he's gone. How pathetic. I should get moving and get to work, I just don't want to go there. I've got so much stuff I want/need to get done around the house. It sucks that I lost so much time being sick. *sigh* Ok, I'm off.

Current mood: sore
Man, I was feeling pretty good this afternoon. Work started to wear me out, though. So much so that I couldn't hold on to a dough tray that I was putting on top of the stack. BAM! Right on my poor forehead. I've got quite a lump going there.

Current mood: barely alive
I got the pudding down last night. Yay, food! Today I actually swallowed once without pain. I made it through work (man, was I exhausted when I got home). I tried some macaroni & cheese for lunch and got that into my tummy. Then I had a nice afternoon nap. I'm on the road to recovery! Ok, except for the tiny yeast infection I've acquired as a result of the antibiotics. Damn, I usually remember to buy the cream at the same time as any antibiotic perscription, just in case. I guess I was too out of it on Wednesday. Oh, well.

So, I needed to go to Guiry's today to get paper to mat my portfolio pieces. I woke up at 3 pm and figured I had plenty of time to get over there. Then it started snowing. According to 9News, it wasn't supposed to snow today. I crept back across town to get to CompUsa to get printer paper before they closed, made it home, then the snow lets up. It's a conspiracy, I tell you!

Marcus is making a roast chicken tonight in his Baby George that I got him for his b-day. It's smelling really good. (UPDATE: was really good!)

Current mood: frustrated
Dumb-ass manager calls me this afternoon and wakes me up from a sound sleep. Wants to know if I'm coming in to do dough tomorrow or if he has to do it before his plane takes off for his vacation. I ask him (through painfully swollen tongue) who is opening the next morning (perhaps this person could do it?). I knew Sunday's opener was scheduled the week before. He never answered. I told him I'd find a way to come in. Why can't he allow anyone else to take on part of this? I just don't get him. The worst of it was when I told him I was really sorry that I got so sick and he says, "I'm sure it wasn't a malicious act." Jerk. He doesn't use words like that, so I knew he had to be thinking it beforehand or somebody planted that word. Yeah, I've spent five days in bed and countless hours in pain barely able to swallow my own spit and not consuming anything except hot tea and NyQuil just to make your life a little more difficult. I used to pity the guy and not too long ago I would've felt really guilty about him having to do my dough. Not anymore. I can't wait to see how badly my schedule next week is screwed.

On a brighter note, Marcus just left for the store and he's going to bring me back some pudding! Mmmmmmm.

Damn, I tire easily. I need to lie down.