twicketface

Last weekend was probably the least productive weekend of my life and the one in which I felt the worst. I got home from work at 2:45 on Friday afternoon and didn't leave the building until 7:45 this morning to come to work. I was drained of motivation and optimism. Luckily I had some sinus medication I could take to dull the pain and make my headache slightly less than throbbing. I watched roughly 40 hours of television and could feel my brain turning to sludge.

Still, I did get a chance to work on my Interview project and hope to concentrate on it full time after we get back from Seattle. I'm also looking into what I need in order to transfer video/audio from the camcorder onto the computer, so I can make my own movies and preserve these interviews, etc. I think it would be so great if I could copy our Christmas party video onto CD and give a copy to everyone. I think I need some sort of hardware to connect the camcorder to the computer and "download" the video. I hope to call Milwaukee PC this week and see what info they can share. Also, my dad might have an idea of what to do; he's good like that.

I've been thinking about making my journal more honest. In the past, I've hesitated to use names or true feelings because there is always that "Gee, I wonder who *really* reads this besides Kristie's Mom" question. And I guess it shouldn't matter. Maybe it'll force me to deal with things at face value more and become more confrontational/forward with people. Not that I have all these bad things to say about people, but my journal should be a place to convey my thoughts without having to edit them.

Oh, and the No Soda for a Month experiment failed miserably, as I consumed 120oz of Sprite over the weekend. July's goal of Read Every Day Month seems more attainable.

Doctor's appointment was at 3:30 yesterday. Have I mentioned how much I hate modern medicine? I interacted with 5 people during my 'visit' and 2 of them had some understanding of what it meant to be pleasant. The doctor felt my glands and listened to my lungs. He examined my throat, ears and nostrils. He's the first person in the medical profession not to mention my two-headed uvula. He said that it was nothing major and he ordered a throat swab for me. He did diagnose me with conjunctivitis and sent my prescription over to ShopKo. I went downstairs to the lab and had the extend-o-swab jammed down my throat. I was in and out in less than half an hour. Still made me feel like an intrusion instead of someone needing care. I'm not trying to get all worked up over my sore throat, but I think a little friendliness goes a long way.

I got my eye drops from ShopKo and returned home to administer them. Two drops every two hours for two days and then two drops every five hours for five days. I've gotten pretty good at putting the drops in, but I do know that I could never wear contacts. Had a nice talk with Marie about death, DVD players and raising a family. Played a few rounds of Paperboy and then hit the sack. Coughing like a madman again, I could really go for a lung brush.

Woke up at 4:30 and realized how difficult it is to avoid contaminating both eyes, as I had done during the night. Went back to bed until around 7 and then got up and got ready. Showered and spent a good 10 minutes removing eye boogers from my eyelashes and washing my hands repeatedly. I'm conducting an interview this afternoon and I look like Jim Breuer. This is just lovely.

Hope to work on some letters tonight and maybe take a trip to the library. I think our books are due. Also hope to get our Seattle trip planned out with airline tickets and hotel accommodations.

Didn't this just turn out to be a rambly journal entry? Oh, and mad props if I haven't already dispensed them to

harleyquinn for making me a poker shirt! I can't wait to get it and I think it's going to be fabulous. I'll have to find some cool anime to send to her or something.

Purple monkey dishwasher.