chilled

Today I felt better than I had in a week. I felt good, healthy.

When you have a cough you think, "God! When will this end!" and you cant remeber what it was like to sleep at night without waking up on phlem- and you get used to it. And you sleep through the coughing, you wake others but not yourself-

And then one dday you realize- you stopped coughing. That day is the best day of your life. How long had it been since you stopped? You dont know, but do you even care? And then, in a few weeks, months, days, wahtever- you start to cough again. And You cant sleep.

I am that person all the time.

Today I realized how great it is not to "cough". How good it feels to feel good.

I laid on my new floating pool toy and read the new Kelly Armstrong book and got a great tan and went to Burbank and bought a summer dress (covered in apple designs and it is so cute!) and I ate at Hooters and got hit on by some guy who's pick up line was:

"Are you related to Heather Graham? Ahsnt anyone ever asked you that? It's remarkable. I'm _______, what's your name?"

One: If you are going to use that line, wait for a response before you dive into your spiel.
Two: If you are going to use that line pick a celebrity that I actually, maybe resemble.
Three: If you are going to use that line pick a celebrity that is attractive.
Four: If you are going to use that line you shouldnt be talking to me unless you are expecting laughter in response.
Five: If you are going to use that line, dont follow it up with, "I'm a magician- want to see a trick?" and pull out a big set of silver rings from your back pocket. (seriously, it happened.)
Six: If you are going to use that line at a Hooters, dont stare at mine, I dont work there.


In conclusion:

I felt better today, getting hit on is usuallly a fun pick-me-up until someone trys to do magic badly and tells me I have huge hands. Thanks. No, I do not want your number.



As a day ender, I got a call from Jimmy, who may or may not remember making it in the morning, but it is nice to hear that you are missed from very far away. I miss him, too. He is sleeping with my pillow tonight, the one I left on his bed with the Star Wars pillow case- he took it from his closet shelf and is snuggling with the pseudo-replacement-me for the night. It is a sad and very warming thought, I wish it didnt have to be psuedo-replacement.


I am chilled from too much sun, I'm going to put on P&P and turn down the A/C and pretend I'm in Chicago and hadnt left my Garciaparra poster there to rot.