The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Shame on you. Whatever happened to journalistic integrity?

So - I woke up today feeling about 2000% better than I did yesterday. Which doesn't mean I feel good, exactly, but certainly a great deal less miserable.

This lasted until my excursion to The Double Wa, at which point the hallucinations started. Buh? Then, because I am a glutton for punishment, I dropped my car off for an oil change, and walked the last half mile into work. In the cold. In sandals. Through wet grass. And then, halfway there, I realized I had left my badge in my car, and had to walk back to get it. I think I need somebody to walk in front of me at all times with a sign saying "YOUR JUDGEMENT IS SUSPECT."

Since getting to work, I keep finding myself singing songs from Oliver and Man of La Mancha. Out loud. With increasing volume. And then wondering who the hell is singing, before realizing that oh, yea, that's me. Whoops.

I'll be at PARF tomorrow - and should have a functional cell phone. If you're going to be there, and want my number, drop me an email. ^_^

There is brick on the building. I repeat: there is brick on the building.

This prompted a resounding chorus of "I'm getting Sonic for Christmas," which has won a temporary victory over all the other songs fighting for supremacy in my brain.

Mmmm - limeaide for breakfast tomorrow. Also dinner. Faire crap for lunch. Life is good. Except I really don't feel much like eating at all - I only finished part of my bagel for breakfast, and haven't worked up the energy to tackle lunch.

'Quil was consumed, however, along with a quart of milk. Breakfast and lunch of champions.

[EDIT] Now taking applicants to run in front of me with a sign saying "YOUR JUDGEMENT IS FAULTY," and possibly whack me with it on occasion. Because right now it feels as though my nose is going to burn off. Or possibly freeze off. This particular piece of SooperGenius(tm) went something like this:

Dani: *puts on chapstick* (which I do obsessively, at a rate of once every .00234 minutes)
Dani: *notices that her nose is cracked, dry, and sore from being blown so many times*

I'm sure you see where this is going, which means it would be a good place to point out that I use Burt's Bees chapstick, which contains...peppermint oil. On cracked, dry skin. It's menthol-burn-tastic!

Really, it seemed like a good idea at the time.