…from the doctor yet. She sat and listened to my symptoms and my woes for well nigh 20 minutes, bless her heart, and then took some blood and promised to call today if anything shows up. She seemed flummoxed. I suppose I would be too, but I had hoped for some kind of magic answer. Isn’t that what doctors are for?

So I’m nervous. Kept waking up all night long. What if there’s something really, seriously wrong with me? I’m not used to getting sick. A cold every year, sure. The flu now and again, no problem. But beyond that, I’ve always been unflappable. Let’s hope that’s not changing. I have a feeling I would make a very very bad sick person.

Keep yr collective fingers crossed, please.

Well, I’m off to the doctor to find out what’s wrong with me (look forward to the list, everyone). In the meantime, I have discovered which David Lynch character I’m most like:

How about you?

The religious right. I can never decide whether to be amused or appalled. The link to this site came to me from a coworker, while I was home sick, in an email with the subject header: “Something to make you sicker”.

WOW.

In the spirit of spreading joy and cheer, have this and this.

Don’t say I never gave you anything.

The other day (before Christmas, actually) I went to buy my lunch at the Hoagie Hut about a block away from my office, across State Street. As I was coming back, jaywalking across Jackson to avoid the light, there was an old woman teetering half-on, half-off the curb. She was sort of half-leaning over, seemed to be looking for something she’d dropped in the gutter. It took me a good ten seconds to realize she was peeing.

There’s also this guy who sells Streetwise out in front of the Dunkin’ Donuts that’s a block from my office in the opposite direction. Most of the time he’s holding the door for the people coming in and out, but today he was standing on the sidewalk facing the people leaving. He’s always saying something but I’m not sure what – this morning when I looked at him I heard him: “God Bless You”. Even though it’s one of the most standard panhandler ploys, somehow today this caught my attention. There are a lot of homeless people living near my office building. Sometimes we forget, in the midst of our layoff scares and political game-playing. I’m just afraid I’m going to spot a dotcom refugee amongst them one of these days.

Just a few small stylesheet and template tweaks, but my oh my does this feel better… maybe it was just the Times New Roman that was getting to me.

Apologies for the long hiatus to anyone who noticed it. I have spent the past 10 or so days doing little but cooking, eating, drinking and sleeping. In short, I’ve been in bliss. Back to the grindstone now, though.

I will also hereby admit that I’m finding it difficult to post lately – I fear my current attitude doesn’t really live up to this pimptastic design. Mental note: fix that.

Stand back, Lileks* – these people are serious. Thanks to Phineas for the early-morning link – the Madonna Inn is a real, live, eye-bleeding horror. Hey, anyplace that’s got a column in their room amenities chart for “Rock or Waterfall Shower” scares the everliving shit out of me, that’s for sure. Although I must admit to a strangely irresistible urge to spend a night in the Caveman Room – what do you say, Stephen? Actually, Jungle Rock looks pretty enticing as well – furnished with not one but two king-sized beds. You do the math. And how anyone could resist the taste and charm of the Tack Room is beyond me. Finally, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more appropriately named place than Rock Bottom.

So I say we go today! While we’re there, let’s have some steak! Anybody hungry?

God bless America. I think.

Sad news today: longtime favorite AdCritic is no more.