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A body deprived of caffeine will sleep an awfully long time.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:32 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, June 23, 2006

My back hurts and I am useless. I'm here at home instead of doing things at work that need doing. I cannot move and television sucks. I cannot sleep because I slept from 9 pm to 7 am, yet I'm sleepy from lack of caffeine; I won't drink coffee because that might make me want to move around and it hurts my back to move around.

I thought everyone should know what a pleasant Friday this is. I wish I was at work, working. And that thought is in itself depressing.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:48 PM | shower me with attention

Thursday, June 22, 2006

So, my leg is fine. It was just a muscle cramp. In the course of getting my ultrasound, however, I've managed to do something heinous to my back. When the technologist told me to turn over onto my stomach so she could access the back of my calf, something went crack and now it hurts my upper spine when I turn my neck left, right or lean forward.

I'm an old lady who is falling apart at not-yet-27.

But I got some happy news today from Laura, an old newsgroupie who I had a class with in school a few years ago. She tells me I get a mention in the fourth season Newsradio DVD commentary! In Super Karate Monkey Death Car, no less! Oooh, that cheered me up, it sure did! I can't wait to get it. Unfortunately, I have to wait to get it, as I have just spent any spare money I may have had getting ultrasounds and such. Sigh. Luckily, my birthday is in two weeks. Wink wink.

Yes, I'm a commentary whore. Wouldn't you be? At least I'm still terribly excited. I mean, it's my third mention. I could be jaded. But I'm not. I'm a wriggly puppy!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:00 PM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Today was slightly different than usual in that I went to a physician for the first time in two and a half years. I went during my lunch hour but ended up waiting forever because the nurse called "Godiva Phyllis" and I thought that it was possible that there was someone by that name who was waiting before me. When I finally asked how much longer the wait would be, they told me I had been called earlier but wasn't there.

"Oh, no," I said, "I've been here the whole time. I heard a Godiva Phyllis called, but my name is Octavia..."

Then I waited ages and ages in the exam room, before and after my exam. I have to go for an ultrasound on my calf tomorrow to rule out Deep Vein Thrombosis.

It's this leg cramp I've had since last night. I'm sure it's just, you know, a leg cramp, but it hurt enough and lasted long enough that I actually sought medical attention. That's a major deal for me, I never go to the doctor! I also had random muscle cramping on the left side of my chest, which made me feel like I was having a heart attack (it went away, and was not a heart attack, of course.)

So hence the waiting and the tests. Poor Godiva. She's so sedentary and her diet is so lacking in potassium that her muscles are cramping. Stupid Godiva, why don't you eat a damn banana?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:06 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, June 19, 2006

I sat next to Steve Buscemi on the subway ride home today. I did a double-take, which he caught the end of, so I became immediately engrossed in my crossword puzzle.

Hee hee! Celebrities!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 7:52 PM | shower me with attention

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Is this a new spamming technique?

I got an email from an address that looked like it was emailed from a cell phone-- Cingular-- with a 559 area code. The subject was "Multimedia Message" and the body was nothing but a picture of a child rolling around in the sand with her legs up over her head. The child was fully clothed, but the picture still gave me a vaguely icky feeling, for some reason.

Is this some crazy new way to pornspam people, or did someone from California actually try to phone-email me a picture like this?

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:44 PM | shower me with attention

Father's Day pictures here. I am now out of bandwidth for the month. Poop.

I didn't mention that it was goddamn hot today. Scorching. In the 90's. I was melting. My mom introduced to me an ingenious product, essential to the large-thighed amongst us who wish to wear skirts on days like these.

I will become the spokesmodel for this product, if I can. Glory hallelujah, why wasn't this invented sooner?

So sorry if this post grossed anyone out, but life is full of gross little annoyances, and if I can help spread the gospel about a solution to one of them, I'm going to. Don't read my blog if you don't like it. (Or if you're my mom. Go away, mom.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:21 PM | shower me with attention

Father's Day fun. The gift: a pound of sugar-free dark chocolate from Lilac's Chocolates (extravagance not on the menu this year, Disney World wiped out my bank account). Lunch at ~~Grand~~ East* Buffet in Flushing (best Chinese buffet I've ever been to; I had frog's legs, snails, scallops, oysters, squid, and whole, deep-fried baby fish, the latter of which made me feel like Gollum); then The DaVinci Code, which was annoyingly predictable, yet entertaining. (Tom Hanks' haircut hands-down the scariest part of the movie.)

Contrary to what the Ideas Committee at work says, the Loews movie passes do not work at United Artist theatres. Or else the people who work at United Artists Kaufman in Astoria are big, fat liars. So I did end up paying for the stupid movie. At least it was fun.

On the way home we saw some rowdy kids-- half in Brazilian colours, the other half shirtless-- getting into loud, drunken fights outside of an incredibly loud bar in Queens by the Q102 stop. The police arrived in a van to break it up. My mother would not allow me to take pictures of the event. I suppose this was wise, but, darn.

*Grand, East, Grand East. Whatever. Good frog legs.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:02 PM | shower me with attention

Tonight the corset made an appearance in honour of Steph and Kathy's birthday party, which was at a bar called Proof.

Unfortunately, a mere one drink into the occasion, my poor Cheryl was afflicted with a migraine and I had to escort her home. I did, however, manage to record the event. After all, it's not every day that that dirty, dirty corset comes out.

You can see my tan lines. It's icky.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:28 AM | shower me with attention