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Monday, September 19, 2005

Can I steal your mind?

I went to New York this past week for work and I think I managed to jack up my sleep schedule and my immune system but good. I took the redeye on Sunday night (mistake #1) and arrived in the morning and spent time with my pal Steph, then took a train up to Albany. I took a nap mid-day instead of going to bed early and letting my body get accustomed to that time zone (mistake #2), which led to me getting like 3 hours of sleep Monday night. I spent the next three days working, then took the train back down to NYC on Thursday evening. I then stayed out way too late with Jenni, James, and a couple of hot boys. My body rebelled the next day by not allowing me to keep food down. (And no, I didn't drink too much, kthx.) So I didn't eat all day (mistake #3) and then stayed out too late again with my friends Tony and Jessa. We knew it was time to call it a night when we were all sitting around a table at a bar with no drinks sleepily talking about the cute things our cats do. Heh. My oldness is rubbing off on people!

Saturday, I hopped on a plane back home and since my upgrade didn't clear (shocking!), I chose seat 10F on an AA 757 (mistake #4). This will probably only be significant to those of you who fly enough on American to be familiar with their seating configurations. Anyway, seat 10F is in the second row of coach and has no seat in front of it, so there's extra legroom. However, it's not a good seat if you get cold easily, because your feet are right next to the door. Even though the doors are sealed and all, that seat and its counterpart on the other side, 10A, tend to be really fucking freezing because it's cold near the doors. So, I bundled myself under two blankets and a long-sleeved sweater, but I was still shivering the whole way home. About an hour into the flight, I started to notice that I was not only shivering, but I felt feverish and achy as well. Super! Anyway, when I got home I popped a couple of ibuprofen with codeine (yes, it exists, and I thank the baby Jesus for it every day) and settled in for a fitful sleep.

Sunday, I woke up to the cat alarm (which thankfully didn't go off until 10:30) and then napped off and on until about 2, but I'm still achy, slightly feverish, and kind of generally blah. I'm really hoping it's just my body's way of saying, "dude. slow the fuck down," because I have to actually leave the house and be productive in front of other humans for 3 days this week and then fly to 4 different cities in the 4 weeks following that. I really don't want to fly if I'm sick, and in fact, will not do so, especially with a head cold.

The moral of this story is that I need to either a) travel less or b) acquire a better immune system.

In my delirious state, I decided to create a new playlist that contains Negativland, Black Sabbath, Joan Jett, The Damned, The Melvins, The Swans, Sisters of Mercy, Bauhaus, 45 Grave (RIBOFLAVIN!), PJ Harvey, The Dead Milkmen, The Nymphs, The Marionettes, The Normal, Pailhead, The Revolting Cocks, Skinny Puppy, Marilyn Manson, Front 242, My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult, Interpol, The Cocteau Twins and Garbage. What, I'm goth, deal with it. Also, I like to listen to obscure bands whose lead singer peed on an executive's desk at Geffen and make slightly schizophrenic mixes that somehow manage to work fucking perfectly together. Deal with that, too.

P.S. This what I looked like at my prom. Fear the spookiness.

babbled by Kat @ 12:23:00 AM | |