You sing a song
While sitting at a red light
You think of home
While sitting at a red light

You can run a red light
Give up at a red light
You break the mold
When running through the tolls
Speeding through your whole life

I’ll think twice about running red lights in Suffolk…

Good luck, Nick.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 10:49 PM Permalink

A cold can still be just a cold despite a decidely bronchitis-like cough, right?  Right??

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 11:30 PM Permalink

Since I squandered the weekend by socializing and being sick (the first being much more pleasurable than the second), I have tonight to get some writing assignments done.  Well, I actually have until Wednesday night, but I’d much rather finish up a couple projects tonight and get them sent out before Wednesday.  And we all know how well I work under pressure, right? 

(And Rose, I hope your procrastination has yielded pure genius.)

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 04:21 PM Permalink

I’ve spent the afternoon/evening camped on the couch reading magazines and watching episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD.  Not a bad way to spend a Sunday, I just wish I felt better. 

My sole accomplishment today has been to clean out my refrigerator.  I’m running a little bit of a fever, so that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.  I found stuff in the freezer from, as best I can estimate, November.  Ewwww… It’s one thing to make a casserole out of leftovers, but it quickly turns into a science experiment when you’re not even sure what you’re working with.

After excavating the remains of the fridge, I made a simple little pasta salad for lunch so that I could actually eat something semi-nutritious.  I feel virtuous.  Still sick, but virtuous.  Maybe if I have a salad for dinner I’ll be all better tomorrow!

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 07:59 PM Permalink

I guess the insomnia has run me down to the point that I now have the immune system of a newborn kitten.  I’m sick and it sucks.  I hate summer colds.  I especially hate summer colds when it’s raining like it has been for the past couple of days.  It’s dark and dreary and I’m sneezing and coughing and just generally feeling lousy and all I want is soup… except then I go outside and it’s 90 degrees and definitely not soup weather. 

I know I got this stupid cold from the petrie dish of germs that is my place of work.  Take one library, mix in a few hundred disease-carrying kids and it’s a wonder I don’t have the plague.  I’m in a whiny mood and I want someone to stroke my hair and rub my back and feed me ice cream (since I no longer want soup) and tell me I’ll feel better tomorrow, even if it’s a big, fat lie.

As Henry the wonderdog’s response to my whining is to bring me squeaky toys (which are the cure for all the bad stuff in life, as far as he’s concerned) and stare at me dolefully until I feed him ice cubes, I suppose I’ll go take another dose of Benadryl Cold and fall into bed.

Posted by Kristina in Musings at 10:45 PM Permalink