Presumed to be awesome.

I'm still trying to claw my way out of the grip of this plague. I have no voice today, which is not particularly fun. But I'm still hoping this antibiotic is kicking some germ ass and I'll start to feel better soon. *hopes*

But, on a cheerier note, it is Friday, and that's always fun. Plus, there are some cool things happening in the world, like, oh, you know, the Egyptian people successfully conducting a (mostly) peaceful revolution by harnessing the power of Twitter! Ah-may-zing.

Another cool, though far less world-changing, good thing today: _lisalisa_, coolwhipdiva, and I have VIP tickets, WITH MEET & GREETS, to the San Diego Glee Live! show!!!! *twirls* J was workin' the ticket mojo yesterday and she scored for us! I'm still deciding about whether I'm going to the Las Vegas or L.A. shows, but I'm super excited about the San Diego show with mah girls!!! <333

Also, in case you've been under a rock and somehow missed all the hype: Lady Gaga's new single dropped today. Now y'all know that I love me some Gaga, but you can't deny that "Born This Way" sounds a hell of a lot like Madonna's "Express Yourself" with a side helping of "Vogue". I don't hate it -- and it'll probably grow on me the more I listen to it. And I'm sure it'll play really well to a live audience. But I'd be lying if I didn't say I was underwhelmed. I mean, if you're gonna self-promote your single as the best anthem ever, then you better produce something phenomenal. And this is ok, I just don't think it's phenomenal. *shrugs*

Also, relevant to nothing at all, I want cupcakes. I haven't actually consumed anything but soup, orange juice and Nyquil for most of the week. But I have a wicked craving for cupcakes right now. Someone bring me cupcakes, 'k? *beams*

Let me tell you a tragic tale about brownies. You'd think that any tale involving brownies, or, really, chocolate in any form, couldn't possibly be all that sad, right? Well, you'd be wrong.

After four days of feeling like reconstituted crap and having the energy to manage nothing more strenuous than a nap, I decided that I was sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. My solution? Baking brownies! Naturally. I'm obviously of the opinion that chocolate can cure whatever ails you.

I should probably not have tried to bake while under the influence of Nyquil, though, because when I bit into the delicious, chocolaty goodness of my brownies...they crunched. My brownies were not supposed to crunch. As soon as I bit into, um, crunchiness, I remembered that a few weeks ago I broke a glass dish in the same cabinet that houses my brownie pan. I thought I had picked up all the glass. I was wrong. There must have been small shards of glass in the brownie pan that I didn't see before pouring in the mixture.

For the record, a chocolate coating does not improve the taste of glass. :/

I have no way of knowing if there was more glass in the pan, but I didn't want to chance it, so I dumped the whole thing. So now I'm sick and tired and brownie-less. I think I'm going back to bed now. :(

The absence of a routine has been a hard adjustment; so in an effort to start the weeks off right, I've been doing happy lists on Mondays.

Today has been a truly sucktastic Monday. High stress has resulted in low immunity, hence feeling only slightly more whole than road kill today. So did not need this right now. Wallowing in my own misery and phlegm, I really did not feel like thinking of positive things to put on a happy list today. But I guess that's the whole point, right? Focusing on the good despite feeling not good.

So, yeah, a happy list:

- Yesterday I got a surprise visit from an old friend, Sara, who I've known for over 20 years but whom I rarely see since she lives in Nashville now. It was so great though to go to brunch and spend hours talking and catching up and it truly feeling as if we were just resuming a conversation we started last week, even if it's been more than a year since I saw her last.

- Speaking of my amazing friends, I had a lovely phone chat with editorzon last night that made me again realize how blessed I am to have such fabulous women in my life. Y'all know who you are! *loves*

- Adam had a birthday on Saturday and there was a photo booth at the party, which meant ( hundreds of awesome pictures like this to sift through and enjoy: )

- Also, Nyquil and orange juice. Thank all the gods for Nyquil and orange juice.

So this morning I woke up to the nice little surprise of having no voice whatsoever! Ack! I do not approve! I need to be able to talk!!! Yesterday I had a horrible sore throat, but I chalked it up to allergies, even though the sore throat seemed to laugh at the multiple Benadryls I threw at it. And then this morning, POOF, no voice! Plus, the added fun of a hacking cough! Good times! Or, you know, NOT! So, since I couldn't talk, and, really, TALK is what I do a lot of at work, I decided to work from home. Silently. And grumpily. Because I want my voice back!!!

I refuse to let this ruin my weekend in L.A.! *stubborn*

ION, This isn't funny, Jeremy! You better get be ok, dammit! And, Jason, please to be taking better care of your boy!.

Blerg. That is my assessment on the past four days. I basically spent the weekend in bed feeling miserable. On Sunday I dragged myself out of bed for Rhyan's birthday party and then I promptly went home and fell into heavily medicated unconsciousness again. I called in sick to work yesterday. And even though I wasn't feeling much better today, there was no way I could miss work again. I'm at the office; I have a million things to do; and I feel like undiluted crap -- cough, congestion, fever, headache, the works. So, yes, BLERG.

I'm sorry I don't have anything more interesting to talk about today other than my pathetically ill state of being. Oh, I do have recs! I haven't been doing much other than sleeping and reading, so I have lots of recs to share. I'll try to get to those later tonight. Assuming I don't fall into medicated unconsciousness as soon as I get home. *cough sneeze whiiiiiine*

Swine flu Unidentified Craptasticness: I still has it. My head feels as if its been stuffed with cotton. Yuck.

Supernatural: \o/

New Job: I start on Monday! WooHoo!!!

Dreamwidth: I'm jessipsaloquitur. But it's just a backup. I have no plans to either leave LJ or to cross-post.

X-Men Origins: Wolverine: I'll be seeing it later today. Yay!

Economic Stimulus: I have some serious shopping plans for this afternoon. New job means an excuse for new work clothes!!! *polishes credit cards*

Baseball: Dear Bullpen: Please to be getting your shit together. No love, Me. Max Scherzer, however, was awesome.

May 1: Blessed Beltane, to those who mark the day. May your dreams and desires find fertile ground this summer!

The past few days have been completely lazy and wonderful. Except for the getting sick part. This head cold has definitely been less than wonderful. *cough sneeze sniffle* But the days of sloth I definitely approve of!

My accomplishments for the past two days have included movie watching (Kung Fu Panda, adorable and hilarious, Brokeback Mountain, which breaks my heart into little bitty pieces every time, and Christian Kane's Love Song, ridiculously cheesy), re-reading "Watchmen" (still incredible), baking yummy cookies (chocolate peanut butter chip...mmmm), and reading wonderful yuletide stories (there shall be recs later). Go me!!! \o/

In other news, I am completely heartbroken that we won't be seeing Randy Johnson in a Diamondbacks uniform next season, when he's sure to win his 300th game. Seriously, I can't believe the D'backs front office didn't make this happen. Randy really wanted to stay and was doing everything he could to meet the team half way, but they just didn't make it work. Which is just tragic. But I take small comfort in the fact that he'll be with the Giants instead of in Dodger blue.

Have I mentioned the cold? Blerg. I feel very much not good. :(

Ugh. I seem to have come down with some form of the plague and I've spent the past 24 hours feeling like so much crap.

On top of that, the local sports television network decided to air college football, the freakin' UofA Wildcats at that, instead of the Diamondbacks game. What the hell? This is September baseball, for the love of god. With the division still to be decided. I am unamused. *scowls*

So, in an effort to make myself feel better, I ordered in some yummy wonton soup, made some cinnamon tea, and settled in to watch For Love of the Game. And then I proceeded to cry like a little baby. This movie! It just kills me every time! *sniff*

I think that this crud is going to require more than tea and a good cry, though. I'm off to find some heavy duty cold meds and try to beat this thing into submission.

It's supposed to be the lusty month of May, right? Yeah. Not so much with lusty, ribald, celebratory feeling 'round these parts. Whatever it is that came and took up residence in my lungs last Friday has completely kicked my ass and made me it's coughing, hacking, OMG-I-can't-breathe-and-would-really-like-to-just-DIE-now-please bitch. I managed about a half day's worth of work yesterday before I just couldn't and today I somehow dragged my ass out of bed and to court and then to the office for what amounted to almost a full day's worth of work. But then I came home and was just wiped. the. fuck. out. There was nappage and then I whipped up a yummy batch of spaghetti for dinner. And now I'm on the couch, waiting for Supernatural to start, and firmly planning on not doing anything else that requires any effort for at least the next 15 hours or so.

So, no May Poles for me. But despite the plague, there are still good things happening in my world.

First, there's the aforementioned NEW EPISODE OF SUPERNATURAL tonight!!! *bounces* I didn't bitch aloud (mostly because I was busy fending off DEATH), but I was less than enamored of last week's show. I mean. It was ok. But after waiting forever for a new episode, I was expecting a hell of a lot more than just MEH. So, tonight I'm fully expecting our show to kick ass! *nods*

Second, plague or no plague, tomorrow there shall be BASEBALL!!!!!!!! technosage and I have tickets to see the D-Backs take on the Mets and kick some ass of their own, as they do. OMGYAY!!! Baseball! And hotdogs! And beer! And ogling of the hotass Conor Jackson! And ALLIE!!!!!!! Good times, people. Damn good times.

Third, I've been mentally spending my tax refund and economic stimulus check all week, even though only one of them has actually graced my bank account. I'm thinking it's time I jump fully into the technological age and buy a Blackberry or some such device. Who's got one? What do you have? Do you love it? What do I need to know before buying one? Am I going to regret being forever tethered to my email or will this be the best thing ever? Advise me, oh wise ones.

I've also, possibly, got my eye on a charity auction for VIP tickets to see NIN at the Voodoo Experience in New Orleans this Fall. (OMG how awesome would that be???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) And, perhaps, I'm considering splurging on floor level tickets to see George Michael. Maybe. (Anyone want to join me? *tempts*) Obviously, there shall be NO practical investment or debt reduction or some such nonsense.

Fourth,...um. Well I really don't have a fourth. But I do have Winchester boys in five minutes. So I'm outa here! Blessed Beltane, peoples! Or Happy May Day! Or just enjoy the impending Spring! Whatever floats your boat. I wish y'all lot of sex (or at least porn!) and ribald merry makin'! *mwah*

Still feeling pretty much like death warmed over. But at least I've been able to feel miserable while on my couch and doing nothing requiring more energy than operating the remote control. I've caught up on Battlestar Galactica (so. much. love.) and New Amsterdam (I'm bummed that it probably won't be back *sadface*), I've watched a few episodes of Brotherhood (the Caffee brothers own my soul!!!), I spent a good portion of yesterday watching the NFL draft, I've read more than I normally have the luxury to, and now I'm watching the Diamondbacks and Padres do their thing and hoping that Brandon Webb can keep his streak going. I may try to work up the energy to do something productive later on -- like laundry or paying bills -- but right now that seems entirely too daunting. Tea and baseball and lying about are all I can manage this afternoon.