The Adventures of Recalcitrant Toy

...but I shouldn't.

I am in SO much pain right now, and it's all my fault. I should have known that doing aerials would make it worse. Yep, it sucks.

But I haven't had anything to drink. Now that's just not fair! Didn't even get the fun of a good drunk. I have the headache, nausea, and some of the rest that goes along with hangover, but not a drop of alcohol yesterday. Not even one beer. I wish to register a complaint!

The cold is just soooooo.... well, COLD. The cold just about drains all my batteries and makes me so tired and so lazy and all of that. Especially since me and the dogpooh had entirely too much fun at leiacat and lovely spouse birthday party.

This afternoon I got a very nice surprise phone call from exsmof in Amsterdam waiting for his flight. After that, I got out the ole L.L. Bean double thick double insulated double green jacket of doom (which only sees the light of day when the temp drops below 20) and steeled myself to the cold, as me and the dogpooh went to Burke to try to pick up a set of lights for a small fish tank so as to make the fishies very happy. I say try because the person I had the appointment with had to go to work and tried to get hold of me, but we were already on the way. Waste of time. Waste of spoons. Grumble.

dogpooh is making brats and homemade sauerkraut for dinner tonight. I may just stay in for that and hopefully to recharge myself.

Woke up with a headache this morning, and have spent most of the day trying to get rid of it. The dishwasher decided to somehow futz itself into a strange configuration, running with the door open and ignoring its "stop" button. Recalcitrance extended to the Roomba that seems to be confused as to how to function in a straight line, instead making many right 360s and getting itself dizzy and stopping. Taking it apart didn't help either. I forgot that this isn't my usual laptop and synched my iPhone to it, wiping out everything on it that resides on the usual laptop that is in the shop for fan replacement. Woe. Perhaps I shouldn't touch anything electronic.

Meantime, after trying a concoction of various NSAIDs and herbal tinctures, the headache is down to a dull roar enough to think about going to Laurel for rehearsal. I'm a really rotten person to be around when I'm sick, and if I wasn't 99% certain this is not contagious I wouldn't be going anywhere. So there.

I will try to not maul my fellow actors, mangle the director, or set the stage on fire. If, on the way to the car, or on the way from here to Laurel, I have to pull over to be ill, I'll go back home. If I pass out from heat issues, just pour cold water on me. I'll survive. The show must go on, and my oh so very important character (well, important to ME at least :-)) MUST be there to say such important lines as "let us KILL HIM" MOO HA HA!