response 555 of 691:

Dec 7 00:04 UTC 2000

I don't think I can top that.  Won't even try.

response 557 of 691:

Dec 7 05:21 UTC 2000

Work sucked.

response 559 of 691:

Dec 7 12:49 UTC 2000

I'm still recovering from a hella wicked bout of food poisoning.  We
now believe that the source was a plate of pastry desserts.  

Barbara was hosting a plate-to-pass card game with her friends. and we
strongly suspect that the desserts were left-overs from some christmas
party from one of the women's work.  Since the card game was Saturday,
any office party would have been at least a day before, with this
stuff sitting out unrefridgerated at least part of the time, with no
way for me to know.  I usually have a cast-iron digestive system, but
this hit me hard.

Be warned, because you too may be inflicted with left-over-itis.

response 561 of 691:

Dec 7 16:42 UTC 2000

Started off moving day by jumpstarting my motorcycle so I could drive it 
up the ramp into the truck.  Well, it *almost* worked.

The bike stalled out at the top of the ramp, and the ramp was kind of 
narrow, and the bike fell off the ramp, with me on it.  Fortunately, I 
didn't land under it, but in my highly adrenalized response and attempt 
to right the bike again (it looks *really* sad upside-down) I think I 
strained every muscle in my body.

Anyway, I finished the move all in one day (Monday) from a second floor 
apartment to a second floor apartment.  All by myself.  I even got the 
truck back at around midnight, which got me to the gas station to refill 
the tank just before the station closed.

So, for the last two days, I have been nearly completely incapacitated, 
with muscles I didn't know I had screaming in protest of their abuse.  
I've taken more pain relievers in two days than at any time since my last 
kidney stone, and my new apartment is a shambles, with every item still 
forlornly sitting exactly where it was dumped when I stumbled in with it.

Today only hurts a little.  So far...

response 563 of 691:

Dec 7 17:44 UTC 2000

Oh Other, my DEEPEST sympathies.  I know how you feel, or rather I did.  I
am no in post-moving sleepyness, the desire to do nothing but rest up from
moving and the stress of moving, but I still have to work, so there has been
nothing accomplished in the past almost week.  Blah.  

But my mother is coming over tonite, and perhaps she can help me make a
mockery of my house by shifting piles of boxes and I might even get a little
Christmas decorating done.  Now just to get the dead fish out of the tank
without the choir of fuzzy angels wanting to eat it.  Icky cats, I swear.

response 565 of 691:

Dec 7 19:44 UTC 2000

I got shot... (for the flu), and now my arm hurts, more than likely cos it
gets shot on Tuesday mornings usually and now I do that on a Thursday too!
My arm hates me now.

response 567 of 691:

Dec 7 21:25 UTC 2000

Ummm...probably shouldn't have given him your phone number.  As for work, he
can't get in without authorization, right?  I remember having an M-Card to
get into the Med Center when I worked there.

response 569 of 691:

Dec 7 21:30 UTC 2000

No, there is no need for an M-Card between 6am to 6pm here at the hosp.  And
he's not stalking me.  As for my phone number, my cel isn't listed, and he
can't get the address off it.  Plus it has called ID so I can choose to ignore
it and let it go to voice mail.  I just wasn't expecting this.  Every time
I am prepared, the opposite happens and kicks me.  However, I should be
putting up my christmas tree today and getting the final things in the new
place moved INTO place.  SO that should help.  

Just caught me very off guard.  And didn't help my headache.

response 571 of 691:

Dec 7 21:46 UTC 2000

No Sarah, he new where she worked and called her at work today and THEN 
she gave him the cel phone number.  MAke more sense now?

Snow... I hate snow... I live in the wrong state. 

I also hate this achey chest (lungs = congested, back muscles= sore 
from coughing- for those that haven't been paying attention to my 
whining.)  I'm not a 'good' sick person... I whine... a lot.

response 573 of 691:

Dec 7 21:52 UTC 2000

Okay okay...sheesh...  The response was a little ambiguous.

response 575 of 691:

Dec 7 22:43 UTC 2000

A nice, sordid, cruel breakup. Right before the holidays. I love 
getting accused of thinking only of myself, then be accused of it again 
when I'm just trying to defend myself. I needed this distraction right 
as I have a 20 page paper to work on. I hate everyone. Dating is hell.

response 577 of 691:

Dec 7 23:39 UTC 2000

Work today was not fun.  I got to deal with client who was so impatient 
to get her computer fixed, she sicced her mom and the alumni association 
on us.  She ended up being a nice person (at least while I was there) 
but I don't like having the Alumni Association telling me how quickly I 
need to do my job.

Also, I have to write a paper tonight, and my roommate is asleep, so I 
can't turn on the lights.

response 579 of 691:

Dec 7 23:58 UTC 2000

The home phone has gone from having a dial tone intermittently, to 
total silence.  No grexing from home until Ameritech fixes it.
Friday, if we're lucky.