The richest girl in town. (fightingwords) wrote,
The richest girl in town.


Tired and going to sleep momentarily.

Performed at the first Whit's Knee Fun-raiser on Thursday night, which was fun, though I felt vaguely overwhelmed and out of it--perhaps the sickness from which I'm suffering now was already trying to make itself know that night. Briefly met up with people after, all the folks who'd been at Mitchell Bros., the strip club, for Tourette's Without Regrets. Ironically, Jason and Aaron did won the slam with their team piece about being in monogamous, long-term relationships.

Friday was the final Battle of the Bay slam at Studio One in Oakland, and got conned into keeping score (and time), which I hate. It's not just that I hate math, it's that I hate having a room full of people sitting there waiting for me to do math. These things are easy when you've been slamming consistently for a while and you simply know what happens when scores are called out ("9.8!" "9.7!"), but I haven't cared about these things for years. After that, we all headed up to Maureen's place to party and wish Jaylee well the night before he moved to L.A. to live with his lady.

I woke up Saturday expecting a hangover, but had less hangover than... sickness. It was at my eye exam that I began to acknowledge the extent to which I didn't feel well. Getting my eyes dilated didn't help at all. Jason drove me home and I refused to move from the couch for hours. Eventually, we got food at Burma Superstar, but by then, I couldn't taste things very well. My throat hurt, and I was full of phlegm.

Sunday, that was only more miserable--and it was off to Emily and Geoff's baby shower. So happy to see them--the last time was when we were all in Chicago; apparently we got engaged, and they got knocked up. Go, Windy City! It'll be a Christmas baby, and I won't stop making the joke that there was another famous Jew born on Christmas. But I couldn't pretend to not feel like shit while were there. I passed out on the hammock in the yard shortly after we arrived, and then later passed out in Maureen's bed.

I didn't sleep well at all. Everything ached, and my ribs hurt, and I'd been using my asthma inhaler because I was wheezing and short of breath, which just made me really shaky on top of it all. I think I had a fever last night, because I seemed to alternate between freezing and sweating profusely, and I kept waking up every couple of hours. Eventually, I woke up with my eyes glued shut and lips completely dry and a horrible headache. No work for me. Slept in while Jason had a job interview, crawled onto the couch, had one conference call, and mostly rested with Java, who's so lonely without Einstein, J's parents' terrier who stayed with us for a few days while they were out of town. And then Jason left for a week in Minnesota for the National Poetry Slam.

This morning's headache has apparently decided to bookend my Monday by returning. Oh, well. Going to sleep soon.


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