I have now pulled the power cord out of my laptop three times. Not once, but thrice. Thrice have I lost the work I was doing on information sheets for the divination table at tomorrow�s MPRC Samhain Fair.

Grr. And this was supposed to be a relaxing break from the other freelance work I’m doing today.

Amusing here this afternoon (apart from the frustrating loss of data), what with cat upheaval. For example, kitten in office; resident cats outside office. Office door made of panes of glass set in wooden frame. Instant Cat TV for kitten; Kitten TV for cats.

Cat: [stands up like meerkat on other side to see into office]

Kitten: [puts paws up on frame, peeks through glass]

Cat: [taken by surprise] HISS!!

Kitten: eeek! [falls backwards]

Slapstick at its best, I tell you.

From the husband:

“So Jeff was asking about your costume.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I told him it was looking fantastic. He said, What, even better than the Promethea costume? And I said, As amazing as the Promethea costume was, she’s outdone herself.”

I feel all warm and squirrely inside.

Ed. note: The husband is biased. Terribly supportive and encouraging, but biased.

Done!

Actually, I was done mid-afternoon yesterday, but I told myself that I was not going to sit down at the computer because I’d look up again and it would be time to leave for orchestra.

Besides, I’m reading a Christopher Priest book (you may remember my impressed-ness with The Prestige) called The Extremes. It’s taken me a little while to get into it, because it seems to be about the FBI and VR and people-going-postal massacres, but damn, it’s well-written. I got my husband’s vest done as well, and forty-five minutes of practicing that, to my astonishment, sounded fantastic. Ah, the things I can accomplish when not chained by e-mail, blogs, and the lure of the wilds of the World Wide Web!

I’m off to work today. Fnyeh. I’m very fnyeh about things at the moment. (You know, Ceri, this word is so fitting at times…)

In my fnyehness, however, I can look at that terrific costume hanging on my bedroom wall, and say, “I did that, wow!”, and “Two sleeps ’til the party!”.

I’m such a kid. And this costume thing is even worse now that I’m an adult, because now I personally know every hour that went into the creation of the costume, as opposed to watching a parental unit do it for me and getting excited about it second-hand.

Aha! A photo from the recording! (Thanks, JD!)

That’s Anthony on the left as Vlad himself, me in the middle as the damsel in distress, and Taras as Bram Stoker in the background scowling at his script…

Hmm.

That sinus medication has been my best friend since Thursday night. Now, I have a rather slight build, and I don’t have a lot of body mass, and I know darned well that medication hits me like a ton of bricks. So upon opening the bottle that MLG left for me, I wisely said, “I’m going to take the lowest, lowest dose they recommend, and I’ll take it half as frequently as they tell me to.” I’ve learned my lesson in the past with sinus meds. Oh, yes.

So all weekend I’ve been able to breathe easily, I’ve had no headache, and I’ve been pretty relaxed and on the ball. Clear-headed. Centred, and a bit remote, but clear. Terrific!

Yesterday in Kingston, though, I kept thinking about Bill for some reason. Okay, I was doing theatre-associated work; maybe that was it. It kept nagging in the back of my mind, though, and I finally dragged out the bottle of Tylenol Sinus and read the back with intent. What was up? Why Bill? Why sinus medication?

Then it sank in. 325 mg of acetaminophen, 30 mg pseudoephedrine hydrochloride. Pseudoephedrine. Didn’t Bill blog about this?

Yep.

Aha. In Kingston, I took one near the beginning of the day, then another after lunch just to be sure. I also had a Vanilla Coke, two green teas, and a cup of coffee (which my husband should really just physically stop me from doing, no matter how much I hiss and spit at him). Thirty milligrams of pseudoephedrine is really not a lot, but along with a steady intake of caffeine and sugar, all mixed up in my tiny little body, well…

Let’s just say that I’m going to take a day or two off and see what happens.

How this happened in such a short time, I truly do not know. I’ve only been watching Buffy: The Vampire Slayer for a year. (In that time however I’ve managed to catch 90% of all the episodes in seasons one through five, half of season six, and I’m up to date on season seven. Woo! I love Space and their reruns!)

I was kicking around, doing that random jump between new blogs selected from links on other people’s pages, and I came across a Buffy Purity Test. (No, I will not give you the link. You really shouldn’t be wasting time on these things. I’ve been so good for so long, and now, all has crumbled to ashes…)

I am, according to this high-tech, scientific evaluation, a Manic Academic Buffy Fanatic. Parts of this profile include “You believe that god made stupid people because there are so many”, and “Rainy days and automatic weapons get you down”, both of which made me laugh a wee bit too hard this morning. The next quiz (they were all on the same page, I have fallen so far) had me closely identifying with Giles, out of all the BTVS characters. What, do my fingers seep “academic” into the keyboard or something?

In addition, I found a wonderful, wonderful Onion A.V. Club article on Is There a God? that asks a slew of entertainer-type people thier opinion on whether or not God exists. The answers range from funny and whacked-out to thoughtful.

I should go do some real work now.

I can breathe again!

Marc, leaving sinus medication for me at work was sweet, and much appreciated. However, the weather is becoming rather cold at this point, and besides, I think you’ve seen my entire repertoire of short skirts by now…