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Saturday, May 15, 2004
Creatures kissing in the rain:
Okay. I know. I promised posts galore describing the wild and crazy antics that would undoubtedly occur when Kerry and I descended upon the bars of Providence. I also promised photos and descriptions of the whirlwind of excitement that is a techie conference in the middle of Boston. However, I didn't take two things into account when I made those promises: the sheer amount of time that would be consumed by my regular job and the aforementioned conference, and the ridiculously persistent illness that I've had for the last few weeks. You see, I had a cold in mid-April, which had pretty much waned by the end of the month, but returned with a vengeance after my trip to Philly. That trip was two weeks ago. I'm still sick. I am pretty sure that the amazing tenacity of these particular germs is due to the impact that the stress of the conference and tons of traveling had on my immune system, so I am hoping that I will recover quickly once I return home and spend lots of time doing absolutely fucking nothing. However, this week has been nothing but coughing, work, preparing presentations, giving presentations, coughing, talking geek shop with friends and conference attendees, schmoozing, spending time with friends and colleagues I don't see often enough, coughing, taking naps whenever possible, and oh yeah, coughing. I should buy stock in Robitussin at this point. (By the way, yes, I did see a doctor, and it's not a bacterial infection. It's just a persistent cold. I promise.)
I'm still in my hotel in Boston. I'll be spending a bit more time with Kerry today, as she's driving in from Providence as I type this. Then I'm going to do a little shopping and have dinner with a couple of friends who live here. I know, it's not the wanton debauchery I promised you people. Cut me some slack. I'm getting old, you know.
I'll be back in L.A. tomorrow night and back to work on Monday, unless my cough gets worse, in which case I'll go back to the doctor so my cat doesn't have a seizure. When I'm sick, he sits and stares at me all night like he's trying to will me to get better. It's a little disconcerting, since he only has the one eye, but it usually works.
Since my level of busy-ness will decrease significantly upon my return, you can expect more frequent posts. And they might even start to be funny again! Oh my god! Stop the fucking presses!
If I were you, I wouldn't hold my breath, though.
babbled by Kat @ 11:50:00 AM |
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