and this sign is instructing us to do what, exactly?

 
i am not dead. my throat and head are not *quite* as bad as they were the past week, but the big bonus is that i’m not cranky anymore. i seem to get a lot more done when i’m not cranky, no matter how sick i feel. yay naturopathy for getting rid of the crankiness if nothing else.

i got a new employee today, and i think she’s going to work out well. that should take some of the heat off at work.

i’ve also been pretty excited about our upcoming anniversary (two years after the wedding but seven years from our first date) and the extended weekend away that we’re planning for it. each time i think we’ve narrowed down the choices, we think of somewhere else we’d like to go, too. i think this means we need to take lots and lots of little road trips instead of bottling up our travel fever for sooooo long. anyhoo, i’m waiting to hear back from this place about prices because, really, what right-minded vegetarian (and her formerly vegan hubby) wouldn’t be intrigued?

the Most Exciting News Award goes to this man, though, for finally getting off his ass and booking a tour in australia, after years of not-so-subtle voicemail messages left by yours truly. mr honey has met him and taken care of his cat, but he’s never seen him perform live - how good is it that we get two shows in melbourne, one of which is down the street from where we live?

it’s enough to make a girl forget why she was so unbelievably cranky in the first place.

i want an alpaca and i want it now!

 
not much to report here, except that i want an alpaca desperately, thanks to a visit to bendigo on the weekend. too bad i live in an apartment the size of a shoebox.

work is stressful as usual, and i think i’m starting to go back into the sickness cycle rather than get out of it, as much as i hate to say it.

i stayed home today just to edit stories for work because there’s that much to do. i got so much work done the last time i tried this, and miko was the only one who could come into my “office” and pester me. well i woke up this morning feeling like crap again, like i’m back to square one. the difference is that i now recognise the stress when it hits and how my body reacts to it, instead of thinking it’s purely the fault of a virus.

i had a nap today to see if i could shake it off and get some work done. i woke up four hours later after having a dream that the pixies played saturday night live. only it wasn’t the actual SNL studio but some outdoor place, and there were 20-year-old boys everywhere. they started with “here comes your man” and each band member ran out while the song was starting. they hadn’t soundchecked either, so the beginning was crap and staggered (the microphones weren’t on at first), but people kept clapping the whole time. then they couldn’t get off the stage, so they played some made-up-in-honey’s-head song called “electrical dream”. i remember telling my brother terry, who was there (of course), “oh, i hate this song.” hmmm…

movies i have seen recently:

my favorite floor - on the way to the kino cinemas in melbourne cbd

 
it’s always something with me.

i did not feel sick today, so i should be glad. however, it all went downhill when i fell out of the bathtub while taking a shower. no shower doors here - it’s a bathtub with a shower curtain for a screen, and i fell over the side, backwards, taking the shower curtain and the soap with me. thank goodness i didn’t crack open my head, which is what i was sincerely frightened would happen in the midst of the fall. an extra thank goodness that i landed on the thick bathmat. and an extra, extra thanks that osteoporotic me didn’t break anything.

i’ve been wearing icepacks inside my pants all day. fun. but back to this morning: after picking me up off the bathmat (i landed in quite a strange position and had to yell for help), mr honey mentioned that he nearly slipped in the tub last week, as had i. he thought it might be a result of the increased frequency of his bathtub cleanings. HELLO! like anyone else’s husband could be accused of cleaning too much.

well, i’ll tell you, no one is ever cleaning the bathtub again. or at least not until i get some really cool decals to line the bottom. does anyone know fun ones, either in australia or available over the web? drop me a line, please.