circle of cool

well, i'm sick again. damnit. i was just sick in february, when i posted those adorable 'lil flipbooks from my sick den. my time budget only allows sickness to happen once a year, so this is unacceptable. i'm constantly raving about my strong immune system (always followed by knocking on wood, of course) and this is the appreciation i get. betrayal!

this time the sick itself isn't so bad. i think i'm more or less nipping it in the bud with tea, sleep, garlic, emergen-c, and liz's hippie cold drugs. but the timing of the sick is bad. 'cause i'm supposed to help a baby get born any day now! and i have to interview four people for jobs tomorrow!

it's no surprise. year of the tiger has been kicking my ass... i have marched forth SO boldly. i have shat rather than getting off the pot! it's been good and it's been fun, but i've been getting myself into a bit of trouble lately because i've gained so much momentum and i can't stop! i'm running down a giant hill of crazy and the only way to stop is to fall on my ass! hard...so maybe it's not betrayal; maybe it's the universe tripping me for my own good, trying to stop me while i'm ahead.

wednesday, after eating roughly half a gallon of rocky road ice cream, i went roller skating. it was adult skate night. my goal fir the evening was to learn how to brake: first step to roller derbydom. i quickly realized that my goal was too lofty and adjusted it accordingly. new evening goal: try to make upper body less awkward. small steps. i was doing just fine and even well until the lights came on and the hokey pokey started. i knew it was beyond my skill level, so for half the song i resisted the urge to join and just kept skating in circles. but at some point that year or the tiger impulse i've been feeding just pulled me into the center. jesus christ! i don't know what i was thinking. i mean, i wasn't. that's the whole problem with me lately. no consequential thinking skillz. so i skated into the middle and, predictably, ate shit. and almost pulled my friend down with me. and flashed the whole rink (full of very cool people...some derby girls, i'm sure) because i thought skating in a skirt would be cute.

no more tricks the rest of the night. i just concentrated on not falling again, hoping that someone would approach me at the end of the night. "say, we were watching you and you definitely have a lot of raw talentl. we see it in your eyes! come with us; we'll befriend you and teach you everything we know! and by the way, falling during hokey pokey: cute. very cute. *wink*"

...a girl can dream.

that's about all the blog-appropriate material i have for you today. i've been busy with many important things, such as: working 60 hours a week, helping lesbians move with a uhaul (tehe), kissing too many people for my own good, planning successful art walk events, giving celebrity chocolate factory tours, taking my boss's 14-year-old son to a lesbian bar to watch slam poetry, finally going to canada, finally going to queer canadian dance parties and dancing with a moustached lady, watching the sockit wenches kick ass at the championship bout, and, of course, being sick and lonely.

sick. alone. by myself. by my lonesome.

*sniffle*

*weak cough*

(psst! cue for everyone to bring me movies and backrubs and cuddle with me while we watch the movies you brought...)