2004-12-09 - 4:32 p.m.

Sorry folks, I have just not been well, and why you ask? All of you unhelpful architects! If you just would have sent me some plans for that plastic bubble… I wouldn’t have caught the plague and would be able to think clearly. Now I have to deal with the NyQuil/ DayQuil fogginess. What is it about NyQuil that gives me such funky dreams? It was like fear and loathing in my bedroom last night. I didn’t even take the liquid stuff (which I always pour too much of). The other side effect makes me spin like a chicken. This is what P calls it when I toss and turn, apparently I do not toss and turn like normal people. Instead of simply rolling from one side to the other, I have to roll clockwise (like a rotisserie chicken). So last night I was spinning like a chicken dreaming of a queen named Catherine making me late for work because of some missing hair ribbon… or something like that. Once I shook that NyQuil monkey off my back it didn’t seem to make sense anymore. (Side bar- after reading some of my older posts
Monday I stayed home from work because, well, it just wasn’t going to happen. I had P tell my boss that they would have to do without my services for the day and went right back to sleep. I woke up at noon with the intentions of getting up and doing some stuff around the house, but then I went down for my afternoon nap an hour later. All in all I had about 18 hours of sleep in a 24-hour period and somehow I still look like I could play the lead in Night of the Living Dead. So much for all the magazines touting rest and water for beauty. I think I can put that myth to bed.
So my video for my new cooking show is finished. A friend of mine had to edit down 30 some minutes of footage into three. Bless her. Do you know how hard it is to talk while you are cooking and make it not sound like you are some kind of escaped mental patient? It’s hard! I think the best footage, but for obvious reasons was not used, was me talking at the camera as to why they SHOULDN’T give me a show. Pure comedic genius. I even did a little dance… but alas, my dance ended up on the cutting room floor (see how I can use the jargon?).
P. kept coming up with weird ideas of how he could be involved. His favorite consisted of him dressing up in a witch’s outfit and just wandering around in the background (yeah, I just looked blankly at him when he suggested it too). As much as I believe everyone should have their 15 minutes of fame… I just couldn’t get on board with that. Then he just wanted to come in and out of the kitchen to get a beer. Just acting like it is an everyday occurrence that I have people filming me in my kitchen and he is just a bit bored of the whole thing. In the end we settled for P, and our houseguests sitting at the dining table as dinner party guests. But it looked weird so the whole thing got cut. Sorry P. Maybe Santa will get you a video camera and you can film yourself to your heart’s content. But don’t even think about making pervy videos at home… perv!
This has been a very trying week with a noteworthy mention… I have been dry all week. At 5:00 you will find me in the nearest bar with the biggest glass of wine allowable by law in front of me. I think I have earned it.

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