I've been out of commision for the past two days. I have some sort of flu/cold combo. I think I finally understand why people want those damn flu shots that I never get because I'm terrified of needles. Dave finally made me stay home yesterday and catered to my every whim (movies, ice cream, tea with honey and lemon) which is what I needed. I have a habit of pushing myself and then it takes me forever to get well. I missed the NARAL lunch. I didn't get to see Arcade Fire. And I really couldn't have, either, I was such a wreck. I've been resting up so I can at least see Ms. Led this evening at Emo's with the Thermals. I may not be able to drink beer and , ok, I may have to sit down for the show. But dammit! I am not missing anything else this weekend if it kills me. Which it very well might. It's amazing how quickly time goes by when you're in that sick/tired/DVD/not leaving the house haze. Saw Cold Mountain which I thought was TERRIBLE excepting Jude Law's hotness, which is less obvious in this movie since he's covered with sores, blood etc... much of the time...so that's not really a saving grace overall. Was this up for Best Picture last year? Unbelievable. And the end? WTF? Did he have sex with Ada and die or what? Anyway, I digress. It's about time for me to head out to meet Kim, Marshie and Ms. Led at Casino.

Maybe it was the Bush Inauguration that made me so sick?