Not so bad

Other than the sniffles I'm not feeling so bad today. Sniffles I can deal with, as a matter of fact I feel pretty perky because of the pseudoephedrine. I can't hear a damn thing today, though. I'm a little deaf to begin with, thanks to days when I used to surf two or three times a week (the tiny sand particles suspended in the seawater have a way of grinding up the little bones in ones ears), now with my head all stuffed up it feels and sounds not unlike having earplugs in.

The incredible stupidity of persistence

"If at first you don't succeed, try, try again."

A nice enough idea. But when does persistence become flogging a dead horse? Somewhere along the last eight months I slipped somewhere between the former and the latter. Once it became painfully obvious I managed to stop myself from hanging in beyond all reasonable merit. And before I even so much as blink I suddenly find (despite my better judgement) I've begun down that same path again, determined not to trip in the same places. "This time, " I tell myself, "I won't make the same mistakes." Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll find whole new mistakes to make.

A few minutes to kill

Like a 10-year old waiting for the school bell to ring I am sitting here waiting to bail out of here for the weekend. Although today did turn out to be less awful than I was expecting. Whatever disease snuck up an bit me in the ass has pretty much gone away. I really thought this morning that I was going to be miserable all day, tired, coughing and the like, but I've been able to control it with good-ol' pseudoephedrine. Hooray for the miracles of 19th century chemistry.

Saturday is Sin City, which should be interesting this week. A certain somebody that I really don't like is supposed to be there. She keeps talking about moving out of town. I really wish she would.

Anyway, looks like it's time to bail. Yay!