I am such a night-girl tonight! It’s 2:15 in the morning and I am not even sleepy yet. Possibly because I slept in til 9:30 this morning, then had a two-hour nap this afternoon. MAYBE.
Very cool things have happened lately: My birthday (yeah I know I’m obsessed) was very nice. I am almost finished work for the summer (one more day!). UK Big Brother is SCANDALOUS and entertaining, I doubt I’ll be all that interested in US Big Brother this year. Two wigs arrived in the mail on Friday: this one and this one (sans cheerleader outfit). I am reading the most… unbelievable… book. Seriously. Don’t read on if you don’t want spoilers: Read the rest of this entry →
Today was the day we really celebrated my birthday. First off by driving to the Big City and then spending an hour and a half with a doctor and a dildocam (more on that some other time, I can’t be bovvered), then with lunch at Cedar’s (mmmmmmmm) and a huge book-buying spree because Indigo had a sale – buy 3 books, get the 4th free. We bought a total of 8 books, and SIX OF THEM WERE FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! A bunch of Philippa Gregory ones, because I do like the historical fiction. Also this book because not only did mainja recommend it, but the dr. I saw today did too, and as it is I’m exercising like a son of a bitch (okay not this week. this week I’ve been sick) and not eating anything insane and still no weight loss so barring trying to score some Phentermine without a prescription this is my next option.
So much like Meg, I have the Cold From Hell. It has moved, for the most part, out of my sinuses and into my chest, although it’s still in my sinuses a little because I constantly have a headache. Plus coughing. The coughing is pretty sucky. It reminds me of the times I’ve had pneumonia, actually, which is never pleasant.
So that’s what’s going on with me right now. WHIIIIIIINE.
Also: Nearly 32. Like in 45 minutes I’ll be 32. Unless you only consider me 32 at the exact hour of my birth, in which case it’s in 20 hours. Either way. Nearly 32.
Now let me take this opportunity to say Happy Birthday to my birthday twin, the other Meg, who is no longer ‘blogging but is still amazing.
And that is that! I have to go watch Big Brother now! Because Sylvia is stealing cookies, and Mikey washed his “Genitaaaaaaaaaaaalia” (pronounce that with a British accent) in a cup and it has the house in an uproar!
… and something is happening. I’m either having a huge allergy attack – although I don’t see anything around that I could possibly be allergic to- or I’m getting a cold. I think it’s probably a cold.
I made it about 10 minutes longer than I thought, but I was probably down for the count by 6:15.
One of my first celebrity crushes (aside from Peter Pan – shut up) was Dana Carvey. You know. He went on to play the Church Lady on Saturday Night Live. My first exposure to him, though, was in the movie Opportunity Knocks. Which, despite the 1989-era hairstyles (oh, the mullets, the divine mullets!) and mooshy ending, was actually a very funny film (I was 13 the last time I saw it though so don’t take my word as law). Then he was Garth (“Party on Wayne!”) and he was in a few more movies in the late 90s early 2000s, then he seems to have disappeared.
Last night I was reminded of his existence, when Rob said “Hey look, I got Dana Carvey’s stand-up thing from March!”, so I went looking around to see what he’d been up to lately (Dana, not Rob).
He decided to take some time off, to raise his kids. Then he had a heart thing – he went in for surgery on a blocked artery… but the surgeons operated on the WRONG ARTERY. He ended up, because of the damage from that, having to have several more open-heart surgeries and other surgical procedures. He sued for malpractice, won $7.5 million, and gave the money to charity.
This happened at this year’s MTV (something) awards:
(a HORRIBLE quality video! I had found a better one yesterday but can’t find it anymore now… I’ll change it if I ever manage to find it again)
And then there’s this, from his stand-up routine this past March:
I chaperoned a dance last night. When I got home, it was past 10, and I was hungry so I had to eat supper. And then I had to stay awake for a bit because ew, you don’t go to sleep right after supper. Anywayit as near 1 am by the time I got to sleep. Then up again at 6:30.
Rob is looking at me like “yo what is up” because I keep nearly nodding off.
I’m wondering if it would be appropriate to go to bed at 5:50 pm.
I really don’t have much to say (since when is that new, I know I know). I’m excited that one more week and I’m on vacation. It’s hot here. Rob is cute. That’s it.
I think the fact that it’s the end-of-the-year crunch is really messing with my subconscious. My dreams are usually pretty crazy anyway, but lately?
“Oh, hello giant marshmallow-flavoured orange centaur! Why yes, I will dance a minuet with you while Jessica Lange watches! Oh, who’s this? Count Chocula? You want to cut in? Fine then – you go ahead and dance with the centaur while I play my harmonium! Jessica, you tap your feet and play the marranzano. Here we go!”
I definitely think my brain could use a little rest.