Someday my ukulele will make you weep with joy
I think I’m starting to get migraines. Boo.
Went to the Sarah Slean show last night. She was sublime as always, as was the opening act, Royal Wood. I was so surprised and delighted w/ him. I bought all three of his cds.
They both inspired me to want to write, which I need to get the hell on top of, since my debut’s next weekend (oh god).
Good god, this flu has knocked me on my ass. Missed three days of work, which I cannot afford. I went in yesterday to do my show. We did a Q Transmissions on Scientology. I’ve been watching videos from Xenu TV all weekend. Fucking scary.
I’ve been so stressed about work. Cannot catch up and everything just seems to be getting worse. I Facebooked the chick who did the job before my predecessor. That helped. It’s a stressful job that’ll keep being stressful. Blah. I’m going in Monday. It’s a holiday, so hopefully it’ll be quieter.
Bought a Crackberry. Love it. A lot. It’s a world version, so I can use it next time I travel, wherever that’ll be. Hopefully Iceland.
Finally got my sheet music in the mail. Haven’t tried the whole thing, just the chorus. Nancy, if I send you a pdf of it, will you record the whole thing so I can learn it?
Haven’t been playing my uke much lately ’cause of the ill and the busy.
A new friend has a crush. We commiserated. She acted on it and got a positive outcome. I’m happy for her, but of course am sad and jealous, too. I’m so tired of feeling that way.
I’m sick. Today’s my second day home from work. I’m gonna have a bath and read some Camille Paglia.
I didn’t feel like going to work today. Fortunately, a potential crisis unfolded which kept me away from the office.
I awoke at 5 a.m. with a tight chest, and a slightly reduced ability to breathe. I tried to sleep a bit more, found it difficult, eventually drifted off, had a touch of sleep paralysis, then woke again at 8 a.m.
I got up, Googled my symptoms, which turned out to match those of a heart attack. So, I showered and took the train to the hospital.
Six hours, a huge blood test, a chest xray, and an EKG later, nothing appears to be wrong w/ me. It’s either indigestion or a chest strain of some sort (insert joke here).
The guy taking my blood asked what I was reading. He found it ever so curious, said the Bible was true, that Satan lies, etc. I didn’t feel like arguing w/ him, but felt like saying, “The Bible’s irrelevant. You think it’s a valid work, I do not. We’re not coming from the same place philosophically”. Instead, I joked for him not to hurt me w/ his needle.
On the bright side, I’m not dead. And I finished my book.
In other news, I’m soon going to have to make a decision regarding my crush. I waffle between telling him how I feel and…not. I should because it’s proactive and will put me out of my misery and is brave. I really, really don’t wanna ’cause I like him a lot and have for many months and I’m ugly and don’t have the right to go after what I want. You can see my dilemma.
I anticipate being quite depressed in ten days.
Oh, and I love this blog layout. And, groovily, it was co-created by Canadian musician Matthew Good.
Violent Acres nails it again.
Hiya! I hope everyone’s having a swell Labour Day, or Labor Day, as my US friends spell it.
I caught a cold or something, so decided to stay in today. I feel a bit guilty-weird about staying home. On a holiday. Sigh.
Today I need to sleep, read, watch a movie, and practice my uke, all guilt-free.
I can play Creep and Chimbley Sweep on my uke, though not very quickly yet. I have trouble w/ b and b flat.
I’m going to do a ukulele special this Friday. Be sure to tune in.
I got a lot of compliments on my appearance yesterday.
It felt lovely.
I got a sliver a few minutes ago.
It hurt.
But I pulled it out.
When I did so, however, it hurt even more than it did going in.
Everybody's talkin' at me