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My article is in the paper today. I don't know why they pushed it up, but whatever.

http://www.post-gazette.com/ae/20030917technoir0917fnp4.asp

Unfortunately, the online edition doesn't give you a clear image of just how huge it is. It's pretty silly. Two big pictures and they didn't cut any of my words out. That I can't believe. My mom came upstairs earlier and told me that it was in today. I fell back to sleep for a few minutes and started having all of these nightmares about how badly it would suck…that the editor had added all of these extra scenes or they had some other free-lance writer interview the guys behind my back and then credit both of us for it. The only really shitty thing is that they spelled my name wrong. Delany instead of Delaney. Ergh.
More later. My mouth tastes like old garlic.

I'm about to lose my shit. This day is so irritating for no good reason.

My friends page blew up over night. What were you people up to?
I have to go run about sixty very irritating errands. Can't wait.*
At least my headache is gone and my cold seems to have settled down.

*More like four, but what do you care?

So, in addition to my cold and the baby's cold, I woke up today with a migraine. How's that for good morning?
I've been woozy all day and the baby's constant pooping isn't helping much with the whole headache/nausea thing. I have to admit that being home alone with him when I'm not feeling too steady is a little scary.
To top it off, it's raining really hard today.
I have to go lie down again.

I'm definitely just sick. This is ass. I'm at the point where I'm just sitting here with squares of toilet paper shoved in my nose because otherwise the snot just flows.
And I'm watching the worst movie right now. The Smokers. How many movies really need to be made about how crazy and fucked up rich teenagers are? I'm really not that concerned.
Line that just blared from the TV:
“Do you remember the first time a guy shoved a cock in your face?”

Ugh.

Bill Maher was kind of disappointing tonight. Paul Krugman was on, as well as Jesse Ventura and this conservative syndicated columnist whose name I can't remember. Krugman, I think, just sort of gave up, which was disappointing. You really can't put an economics master like that up against two morons and not expect his brain to dissolve by the end of it. Ventura was just being an idiot and he was wearing this disgusting leather jacket with FRINGE. God help me, lots and lots of fringe. And turquoise and…bleh. Just bad.
Then Liz Phair was on via satellite and just acted dumb and whiny. “Ehhhh, making music is haaarrrd and like, I'm, like, not rich, and like, downloading music is baaaaaad, waaaahhh.”

Oh, word, the girls in this movie are playing field hockey now. Dude, boarding school must be such a trip. Not.

Sucky things that happened today that are not related to people dying:
-my left contact is ripped. I checked my calendar to see when I am scheduled to put in a new pair, and it's not until October 21. So I can't just toss this pair and put in a new pair a few days early. I'm wearing my glasses for the time being, which are bent and hurt and dirty. grummph.
-the demolition up the street has coated everything in my house with a layer of grime. I am not happy. It reminds me of the stories folks used to tell about clothes and houses getting filthy by lunchtime due to the air pollution from the mills. I would like to clean my room but realize that there is no point, as it will be covered in grime again in a few hours. Oh, the futility of existence.
-I woke up with some sort of sinus trouble. I can't tell right now if it's a cold, allergies, or related to the problem mentioned above. As an experiment, I've taken some Claritin D. Any minute now, one of several things will happen. I will either a) begin to feel some sweet relief, b) feel nothing, or c) realize that I have a cold which the Claritin cannot fix but will buzz around the house on a pseudoephedrine high while sneezing and leaking snot. If I have my choice, I'll take option a.
-I was getting my rebate stuff together to send to Toshiba and CompUSA when I realized that I don't have my sales receipt for my actual computer. I looked everywhere, but can't find it. I assumed that CompUSA had duped me out of a rebate and threw a small hissy fit, throwing the box for my router across the living room. The boyfriend, who's all zen-like, told me to call CompUSA. Through a very painless procedure, they told me that I would be able to get copies of my sales receipt from them no problem. Oh. Well…good. nyah.
-The baby started imitating my hissy fit, throwing the same router box onto the ground and yelling, “Dood! Wha-ever! Dood!” I'm now afraid that in one brief moment I've created a gross alpha male. I am a horrible, horrible woman.

Wow. I just felt the Claritin kick in. I'm going to go do whatever it is that speed freaks do. (insert Empire Records, Renee Zellweger, Liv Tyler reference here…”You're perfect, perfect future!” “NOTHING IS EVER FINE!!!! BLWOUIOUIUOUOUOAIUSFOJWELJR REXY YOU'RE SO SEXY!!!!!)

Why isn't there a mood icon for “unclean?” Not dirty, unclean. Answer me that.

I like the new layout, but it doesn't make any sense in the context of my friends page. There's no “earlier” link and when I clicked on this little arrow that was at the top and the bottom of the page it took me to friends entries from yesterday morning. Not what I was looking for. Also, in the old system it would allow to make your friends page a different style than your entries page. As far as I can tell, that option is no longer available. Why would you upgrade something only to make it dumber. Huh, LJ? What's up with that?

I'm not sure why I'm still up. I've spent quite some time just fiddling around LJ, perusing other people's journals. I will confess that I did one 9/11-related thing today…well, yesterday. I went through some of the journals on my friends list and looked to see what people had to write on that fateful day. And that's it. I'm done now.
I kind of pigged out on Teddy Grahams earlier and I think I got the special kind with added crack. That's why I'm all awake and goofy right now. That might also explain why the baby was being such a spaz earlier. Granted, I had him locked up in my room with me so that I could watch TV (bad mom) so that might have been a contributing factor, but still. Once he got bored with taking sips of water from his cup and spitting them on the floor, he started pulling records out of their sleeves. (I think the boyfriend is subtly trying to break up with me by accumulating so many records that eventually there just won't be any room for me. I'll just stand out on the porch, my breath fogging up the window while my family ignores my cries of “I love yooooooouuuuuuuuu!”) He settled down for a minute, but I should know better than that. I heard my nightstand drawer close and he walked over to hand me a bottle of Astroglide. “Here you go, Mum.” I can only thank whatever force is responsible for the fact that he didn't open it and proceed to make a lube-tastic mess of my bedroom. This incident, combined with the condom shopping trip, makes me think that I should get my knees sewn together and forget about sex completely. I wonder if Target sells iron underwear.

Side note: Mya, you're really not a very good dancer. I'm just letting you know. I'm watching the “Like Wo” video at the moment and the segment with the red and blue tennis outfits is just…hysterical. It's so very Mary Katherine Gallagher. It's subtle, but my trained eye can see Molly Shannon under that glamour.

About a year ago, I bought these exercise tapes with some of my tax refund. I was into them for awhile, but then got lazy. I pulled them out again today and remembered how much I enjoy them. It's this nice combination of yoga and Pilates. It's easy on my old dance injuries, but still gets me sweating and whatnot.

Another cool thing was that Shawn and Jwan told me that they're going to take me out to Soba as a thank you for all my hard work on the article. That'll be nice. I haven't been there yet.
Alright, now I'm actually tired.

venereal disease posters, 1920-1945.
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