or, CAN WE TALK ABOUT ME FOR A WHILE?
I am exhausted.
I slept funny last night and my leg still tingles.
My allergies are flaring up and there's an uncomfortable lump in the back of my throat.
Tonight I hugged a lady, and I realized too late that she was wearing perfume, and I inhaled a huge whiff of the stuff, and little particles of it lodged in my tonsils (yes, I still have tonsils), which is only adding to the whole allergy/lump in my throat feeling (see above).
I have missed two great performances this weekend because I've been too tired/lazy/stressed out to get my act together, and now I feel like a heel.
My vocabulary is so uninspired that I am using 1930s-era expressions like "feel like a heel".
I failed to get my mother a birthday present (though I did call her, which slightly diminishes my heel-ness).
I am trying to take some vacation time, but I am overwhelmed by the amount of work I have to do in the next few days.
If I don't finish said work, I will disappoint myself and others.
Among the work I have to complete is the script for our annual Christmas show.
Although I have ridiculed the promos for NBC's Bionic Woman series, it's not as awful as I'd hoped; in fact it is vaguely lesbotronic, which is interesting.
