Guess who called in sick again today?

*points to self happily*

In my defense, I woke up and already had an outfit in mind at 6:30. But just as I was getting ready to get in the shower, I had this huge headache and I felt like puking, so I went back to sleep. Anyway, I've been quite productive. So far, I've had a sausage, egg and cheese croissant, listened to 83 of my shower mp3s (mp3s I download when I take a shower), had my jeans hemmed, bought groceries, taken a nap, and watched John Cameron Mitchell in that last scene (when he's taken off his clothes and wig and he's singing "Midnight Radio") again and again and again.

I told The Boss I'd be in tommorow, though.

{He's Kissing Christian, That Dog} - Come out, come out, wherever you are

Sick day

The other night I stayed up reading Sandra Cisneros' Caramelo. It's quite a thick book and I only gave myself until 1 am to finish it, but I hardly noticed because it fills your mind with such pretty images and you just keep turning the pages like you can't get enough of her beautiful Spanish words. Rebozo. Tamales. Sombrero.

There is a reference to "Manila mangos" in the book. Actually, the best mangoes are in Guimaras. They're unblemished (mangoes from other places are not allowed in Guimaras because of the evil weevil and fruit fly), sweeeet, and have smooth, firm, sort-of-melts-in-your-mouth flesh. Incidentally, some of my high school classmates participated in the NMRDC study of fruit flies in Guimaras way back in 1995. Cool.

I woke up feeling shitty. In a meeting with The Boss, she turned to me and said I looked like I was in a daze, or haze, or something like that, I couldn't really hear her very well. Yeah, so long story short, I took a day off today. I feel kind of guilty, knowing they're short-staffed, but I'm just not in the mood to drag my sick self around the office. I'd rather feel miserable right here. Besides, I've only taken one other totally necessary sick day. And they work me to death, anyway. I really shouldn't be feeling guilty. So, I'm gonna go and um, exfoliate or something.

{Feelin' Massachusetts, Juliana Hatfield} - Yeah, tell me something I really wanna know.