feh.

So my boss evidently picked up a cold on the plane last Monday.  He was sniffling all week, and self-medicating with a combination of whiskey and decongestants that was actually sort of amusing; but didn't I specifically say to both him and middle-seniority dude that if they were getting sick I was going to need them to keep a safe distance from me or else I'd be sure to get it too?  (Answer:  yes, yes I did.)

Woke up this morning around 8am with a raging headache.  Mainly dehydration, I thought, but watering it didn't really help as much as it should have, and what with the light coming through the window, I also had migraine-type thoughts.  (Ordinarily I'd just have found the light coming through the blinds was annoying, not actually so painful.  But ordinarily I'm not still in bed at the time the light actually falls across my pillow.)  The sleep mask I have within reach, left over from a Virgin Atlantic flight some time in the past couple of years, is less opaque than such a thing should be, but ultimately the various drugs I'd taken kicked in around 10:30 and I dozed off and on until about 3pm.

And woke up feeling less of the headache, but rather more of the swollen-tonsil sore throat that means if I don't play every card exactly right I'll have a sinus infection within the next couple of days.

That was Saturday shot, then, of course, and now it's past 2:30 am and I know I ought to go to sleep (this is one of the cards I've got to play, after all), so I'm going in just a minute -- but, dude, after surviving the whole week without catching the stupid cold, I get it now?!  Unfair, is what that is.


On an absolutely unrelated subject:  mmmmm, Ioan Gruffudd.  (Why, yes, I have been mainlining Horatio Hornblower; why do you ask?)  That is all.

also!

Friday, "on the way" home from the airport (which was actually a side trip that added and hour and a half to the trip home, but whatever, I was by myself, plus I got to make sure the backup route works for when the Howard Road exit is closed, as it will be most weekends from now until forever), I picked up and deposited my paycheck, because payday omg.  And, dudes, it's like drinking water after a long slog across the desert.  Look how many numbers are in my checkbook!  [looks proudly]  Granted, it's a paycheck and a half.  But two-thirds of what I just put in there, coming to me every two weeks?  Oh, I'm a happier Fox indeed, yes I am.

in which abka is the BEST EVAR!

I have still not received any paperwork re: my health insurance, so it's a good thing I have friends who can help me out wrt my running out of birth control pills issue.  (I could also have gone to Planned Parenthood, yes.  But that's not the point of this story.)  My friend whose dad is an OB/GYN, and who therefore has never paid for her pills in her life, arranged to have him send me some of the samples he would have been sending her if she weren't pregnant.  Hurrah!

But they didn't get here yesterday, and today being Sunday, well.  Of course I'm not going to be imperiled if I don't take the first one until Monday, this month, but still, who knows that they'll get here for sure tomorrow?  So I panicked and sent abka a message yesterday saying "remember how you said you had um connections can you help please?!"  And she sent me a message this morning saying "Oh no I don't think so not with like no notice and on a weekend!"  And then she did anyway.  HURRAH!

[loves abka]

separated at birth?

I'll tell you what, though.  It's starting to unnerve me, how much alike a lot of the people working in movies and TV and whatnot these days look.  Granted, among the ingenues/Beautiful People, a lot more similarity can be expected than among the character actors.

But listen, I spent a lot of the time I was watching the HBO Elizabeth I thinking "So basically, this Hugh Dancy is ... the thinking woman's Orlando Bloom, then."  (And then I looked at his filmography and thought, well -- no, even so, that's about right.)  And early this TV season, when I was watching Jericho, I had to keep on reminding the screen that Skeet Ulrich really isn't Johnny Depp, not even Johnny Depp circa 1997, sorry, pal.  Mark Wahlberg looks quite a lot like Tim Daly, especially when he's clean-shaven.  And I've just got through the complete A&E series of Horatio Hornblower -- and a few of you have heard me say that the fellow playing Captain/Commodore/Admiral Sir Edward Pellew, Robert Lindsay, reminds me a great deal of Timothy Dalton, but I admit that's a thing about me rather than about them.  But am I completely crazy, or is there an awful lot about Ioan Gruffudd, mainly in the jaw, but the most visible when he smiles so his eyes crinkle up a bit, that looks alarmingly like Heath Ledger?