Back in the office

Nice thing about being home: Sleeping a lot so I didn't have to blow my nose every 2 seconds and cough every 4; not having people comment that I sound like I have TB.

Nice thing about being at work: Internet access works and I feel a little less slug-like.

Thank goodness there's still no real work to do. If there was, I'd still be out. I'm on nothing but prescription nasal spray (cause I figure out, a couple years ago, that everything else gives me sinus infections which lead to bronchitis) but I still get random "medicine head" highs... probably a combo of limited oxygen, maybe a fever, and whatever bug I have.

My home seemed like Grand Central yesterday. I was trying to sleep but first the postal carrier rang the bell. Then some stranger called me (why was my phone on so loud?). Then UPS. Then Mitchell (the homeless guy who picks the grapefruit). Not much by most standards but considering I normally go weeks without being disturbed, 4 people in one evening was a lot. Then Mitchell showed up again this morning - first letting me know he was there. Then knocking again to ask for my trashcan (he decided to trim up my grapefruit tree), then again to say he was leaving for a bit, then again to say he wanted the ladder. then.. then.. then. Gawd, just GO AWAY ALREADY - I DON'T FEEL GOOD!! I know he was trying to steal stuff and/or use my washing machine. I locked up the garage so he can't get to the washing machine or my tools. If he steals the ladder, I'll be pissed - but also use it as an excuse to buy a schmany extending ladder (which I really want anyway).

The neighbor (bark.bark.bark) is still leaving his 3-car driveway, and 2 car garage, empty while he parks his cars on the street (where parking is in short supply due to nearby apartments). And BOTH dogs were barking this morning. I was afraid that meant they'd trapped Moshi again but I found him sleeping, nice & safe, in a chair my backyard. I think the dogs (and maybe mean kitty) have severely restricted his territory. I feel bad for him - but enjoy having him home more.

Eating habits have been pretty bad lately. All I can taste are sugar & salt - so that's all I'm eating. Yesterday I was going nutty with craving french fries. No exaggeration, I thought of almost nothing else for about 5 hours. I was trying to resist (I ate an orange - the only food in the house) but it got to the point that I couldn't sleep... my brain would not shut up about wanting french fries! At 11:30pm, I finally threw on some clothes, bought a bag of chips, and scarfed them down in order to get the craving out of my system. Worked like a charm.

I didn't get to start Burlesque class last night. But LeAnne (owner of Siren) said it should be no big deal for me to start a week late.

I had good dreams this morning. Don't remember much except that the first was a Renaissance fantasy kind of thing. I could fly; I married a charming man (I really loved him and he really loved me); my father, the king, adored the guy upon meeting him and that reconciled something between us (my father & I); i think my hubby was named heir to the throne; and there was lots of dancing and pretty-pretty costumes. The second dream is even more vague - it involved a baby (very smart, it could sit upright, and talk, and apply logic upon birth) and a guy running around looking for a woman. The baby's mama? Someone he was supposed to marry? I don't know. I just remember the baby sitting on a clothes line. And the guy running into weddings, taking pictures, then running off. Odd pieces - but I recall that it was good overall. Not as good as me marrying a prince. But good.

My nose is going to be raw by the time I go home. Soda pop feels sooooo good going down my throat!! (I drank almost an entire 12-pack of rootbeer yesterday.) Gawd, I feel like hell.... but I just couldn't stay home and endure another boring Oprah show.

It may just be my loopiness but this made me laugh

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