Still trying to kick this cold. I haven't been able to sleep, very solidly, for at least 2 days. Last night was worse...tonight/this morning just a reminder of the previous night and seems almost expected. This cold very much makes me want to move to a warmer climate. I get frustrated and grumpy when I feel this way...I also, or so it seems, get downright giddy with cold med..something that is amusing and annoying all at the same time.
Friday I went back into work. The day started with a case of the giggles and the early morning radio show was cracking me up with silly jokes about daylight savings time. Later, while flipping through the stations, the Hootie and the Blowfish song, "Only Want to Be with You" is on and that alone makes me actually laugh out loud. Maybe an indicator of how the day would go. I had a nice time talking with Pam and Sharon, who sit near me...we had stories about growing up and other random things that helped me to wake up a little bit...I also had a few inquiries about how I was feeling from a few people who work near me...which is very kind and comforting. It is nice to know people care about how you. The day itself really flew by. I had meetings and good discussions. I was able to accomplish a good amount of work left over from the two days I missed. The last meeting of the day, also fine, but then I started to feel horrible. The congestion seemed at an all time high. I was getting a headache...and borrowed some Mucinex. I drank some Snapple called Mango Madness...which I would've liked to rename Mango Mediocre, or as David called it when I told him the story, Mango Meh...which I think I prefer...Nothing was feeling so good. It was difficult to concentrate. Someone mentioned having "no one to hold it" and I immediately think of the Kenny Roger's song, "The Gambler" "They'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done." I was obviously, at that point, done with my work day and ready for sleep or some sort of relaxing time in an attempt to feel better. It wasn't an easy night.
Saturday, even though it started out rather sleepy and rough, turned out fine, for the most part. I had an early morning haircut at a new salon. I wanted to try Jenni's Salon and Spa, one because it was located close to where I live and two it was recommended. I have been looking for a new stylist now for months. In keeping with my eternal pursuit of awkwardicity I started to become chatty with the stylist during the hairwashing experience. I also am a fan of the hairwashing experience. I am very much fine with keeping things quiet and nixing the talking during it. Quite frankly, I am very much fine nixing the talking during a lot of things that I won't take the name to right now but...I'm just saying I'm pro 'not talking' in order to enjoy something enjoyable. I didn't realize keeping things quiet and not talking during the hairwashing experience was protocol. I should've picked up on that, considering no one else was talking...however, I didn't and instead I looked like a jerkface. Ha. Well, I didn't say that much but I was asking questions and being a little bit of a conversationalist when it really isn't supposed to be allowed. Post-hair washing I was told they follow the 'silent sanctuary' philosophy there during the hairwashing experience. Ahhh...and that makes perfect sense. I think I am used to going to places where things are rather busy and even somewhat chaotic at the communal sinks and didn't expect this. I was made to feel somewhat classless but instead, I just chalk it up to a learning experience.
The haircut itself was fine. I like how she cut the length. I don't love the shorter bangs. I almost doesn't matter if I say, "don't cut my bangs" someone always cuts my bangs. I like them at a ridiculously long length. I use them as shelter, my security blanket, home... SO, she cut them and cut them shorter than I would've liked. I should've rephrased, "don't touch the bangs" to make that more clear. I am probably the worst client ever because I say such things and keep such a close eye on what the stylist is doing. This time, however, I didn't watch her close enough. It looked like she was 'shaping them up' but instead, she cut them shorter. Eehhh, anyway, not terrible and I can actually see now, which is also not terrible and some would say a benefit.
David and I had lunch soon after that...I had the roasted red pepper and eggplant soup with a half Vermont grilled cheese sandwich. Both of these things are worth writing about...wonderfulstuff. I think it was practically perfect for the way I was feeling. I felt a little buzzy still on a 7 out of 12 hour high on Sudafed, at that point. I had stories and perspective for everything. Probably things I really didn't need to voice an opinion on...voiced and comments made and shared. Thankfully, David is kind enough to humor me and possibly not care.
Band practice was fun. We traveled out to Ben's house in Hudson. I thought about 'rocking Hudson' which made me thing of Rock Hudson, who I know very little about...and this was proven to be true the more bandmates and I discussed the former actor and the movies he has been in...we had a difficult time coming up with what the movies might be and further no one was able to dissern if he was or was not "foxy." It was just too hard to tell. He fell somewhere in the "movie actor for a specific era" category which I don't think lends itself to the term one way or another.
Good practice, I sang "Billie Jean" and we went through 3 new songs. I was happy about that and also happy to be able to add percussion to the new songs, decide what we like in which song and just practice the songs for me to learn the lyrics. We talked about our Thursday radio appearance and some details behind that...we also have a potential show that we have been invited to play on December 10th which may or may not be difficult to swing. I don't know. I had the opportunity to get behind a really huge drum set and make lots of racket...something I love doing. I could never be a drummer ever but I do like playing with musical instruments of all kinds...especially when I don't own them. So, good time...and hopefully we are ready for Thursday.
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