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And It Just Goes On And ON
Apr. 11th, 2005 10:22 pmPlease don't expect anything very long tonight, as I've spent all day with diarrhea so bad (look away, all you easily-disgusted people!) it's basically been as though I've continually pissed shit-tinged water from my ass since 7:00 this fucking morning. So yeah, I'm both tired and sick: Sick of being tired, tired of being sick. Then again, what else is new?
Steve is fine, and has been wonderful; he gave up his night at the theatre to make me soup, buy me Gatorade and Kaopectate, tell me how he'd rather be with me like this than most Hollywood stars healthy, etc. And Cal's fine too--crawling, yelling, babbling, standing, trying to chew cables. I love them both. But I am not loving myself much right now, starting (and ending, really) with my bowels.
Meanwhile, the Serial Diners have been almost universally annoyed by a Globe & Mail profile of them which--apparently--came out far more glib than accurate: Quel surprise. Perhaps my lack of shock is a product of not having been to a Diners dinner for a month or so...but OTOH, maybe not. No, I'm sure most people don't remember us fondly, since we usually ARE loud, borderline rude, inconvenient and entitled, but so what? If we wanted to be liked, we'd probably have just figured out which restaurant was "the best" for our purposes by now, and kept on going back there. But those aren't the rules of the game, are they?
Ah, man. No, not much fun at all, and not likely to be any for the next little while, if then. Yet at least I have Carnivale Season 2 to solace myself with, if nothing else.
Steve is fine, and has been wonderful; he gave up his night at the theatre to make me soup, buy me Gatorade and Kaopectate, tell me how he'd rather be with me like this than most Hollywood stars healthy, etc. And Cal's fine too--crawling, yelling, babbling, standing, trying to chew cables. I love them both. But I am not loving myself much right now, starting (and ending, really) with my bowels.
Meanwhile, the Serial Diners have been almost universally annoyed by a Globe & Mail profile of them which--apparently--came out far more glib than accurate: Quel surprise. Perhaps my lack of shock is a product of not having been to a Diners dinner for a month or so...but OTOH, maybe not. No, I'm sure most people don't remember us fondly, since we usually ARE loud, borderline rude, inconvenient and entitled, but so what? If we wanted to be liked, we'd probably have just figured out which restaurant was "the best" for our purposes by now, and kept on going back there. But those aren't the rules of the game, are they?
Ah, man. No, not much fun at all, and not likely to be any for the next little while, if then. Yet at least I have Carnivale Season 2 to solace myself with, if nothing else.
