What is it with cats and boxes?

What is it with cats and boxes?

Now I need to get four kittens and a box.

ION, I am watching Letter From Iwo Jima. Just after I watched Flags of Our Fathers.

War is heck.

Another round of "how do you pronounce that?": Do you say "Naomi" as nay-oh-mi or nie-oh-mi? And do you say "Jordana" as Jor-dan-na or Jor-dah-na (middle a like "ran" or like "father")?

nay-oh-mi

jor-dah-na

I say nay-oh-mi. I've never said Jordana. Until now. Jordana, Jordana. I think I'd go with father.

In my news about me, tonight's rehearsal sucked. I suck. I need to work a hell of a lot harder, but I don't have the fucking time. Gah.

The SO says I did fine. But I feel like I had the best possible monitoring and other singers, but I still couldn't pull it off. I am so screwed for Labor Day's shows.

And they swapped out what shirt I'm supposed to wear. Now I have to find something black (which, okay, I have tons of black) but the other two singers will match perfectly, and I should get something similar. I already bought something from the thrift store, but thankfully it only cost three bucks.

Irritated. Mostly at myself, which makes it worse.

Oh, oh, and Laga's other thread makeup woes thankfully reminded me that I'll probably be expected to wear makeup, too. I hate makeup. This gig is going to cost me. All the pay is going into the new mixer. I'd rather not get paid at all. I hate money.

Why am I so freaking grumpy? I need to get over myself.

Most of those boots are very nice, but I like this silhouette the most.

Just finished flipping through the Lucky magazine that Kat brought for me when I was in hospital. Man, I don't get the target audience for it. Most of the stuff was too expensive, considering they didn't seem to be prestige or exceptionally high-quality stuff.

I mean, a magazine where I find the makeup bits more relevant and interesting than the fashion? Just weird.

Liese, I hope you can make it through this without flipping like a mammal. My mother's advice would be "Clear thinking," which works in many contexts.

Off to bed for me. I think I stayed up 15 minutes too late. So near, and yet so far.

Today is Meet the Preschool Teacher Day. I'm torn between excited, worried and wondering if I should make book on how long it will be before O is kicked out of the class.

Is it wrong to stand in front of the coffeemaker and yell, "FASTER!"?

Just get caffeine pills, Cash. They get absorbed pretty fast.

I had a long and elaborate dream about preparing for an alien invasion, plus then tracking on a map as media outlets cut out and not being able to reach anybody on B.Org on the West Coast!

The fact that I'm having a lousy job hunt has probably got nothing to do with the dream subject matter/angst... right?

Ugh. Timlies and gronklies. Going on day 7 of the summer cold o' doom. I swear I've thought this thing was done 2 or 3 times now, but the symptoms keep coming back with friends. Started in the throat/chest with a sore throat and hacking cough. (though I now suspect that my CPAP machine may have been the culprit for the rapid onset - I think it took all the crap that was forming in my head, loosened it, and pushed it south in concentrated form). That faded a bit, then it came back with sinus congestion (but clear nasal passages). That faded a bit too. Both of those came back, this time with the nasal passages clogged (oh, and there was a fever in there somewhere as well, but Mr. Fever seems to have left the party for good - I'll take my small bleesings where I can get them). Faded again, then everything but the fever came back, and this time my ears feel clogged up. Kinda faded again.

And then, on top of everything else still lingering, this morning's winner in the "what fresh hell is this?" saga - my right eyelid was somewhat stuck together this morning when I woke up. Intiate panic mode.

So far no massive reddening of the eye that I can see, and it wasn't so stuck that I had to pry it open, nor does there seem to be any gunk accumulating now, but still pink eye/conjunctivitis would be just so of the suck on top of everything else I can't even process right now. I'm breaking down and making an appointment. I never go to my doctor for anything as mundane as a cold, but it's not fighting fair at this point.