I think I’m sick.
It snuck up on me. No tell-tale chills or sensitive skin, just a bit of sinus congestion that I attributed to sleeping wrong. I felt mostly fine until tonight, aside from a moment of mysterious light-headedness in an interview today and a lack of appetite that I hadn’t even noticed …but this evening after dinner I began to feel progressively yucky. Not horrid, not at death’s door–just yucky…headachy and stuffy with sore eyes and general loss of spark. And a runny nose.
Due to the mild symptoms and lack of build-up, there is a good chance that this will be a mild affliction around just long enough to make me mildly miserable for a day or two…probably the same thing that Briggs thinks was making him tired for the last couple days (but he’s not a big whiner like me, so he didn’t complain to the world about being out of tune.)
Anyway….other stuff…I keep gaining and promptly loosing hope in the search for college funding. Last night I spoke to my mom about cosigning, but she told me she couldn’t do it because the house is still under mortgage and I figured that I was out of luck and would never ever fulfill my dreams, but then Briggs did some research online and found a private lender called ‘MyRichUncle.com’ that claims to specialize in lending to people with no credit, as long as you don’t have BAD credit. As this is totally ME, I filled out an application, and hopefully they accept it. If not, well… *sigh* …back to the organ-selling plan. I mean, what does a gall bladder do *really*?
Not everything has been utter crap this week, however. We went to Burgandy’s for dinner on Monday and she ordered Chinese…and sent us home with leftovers! 
Yesterday, Briggs and I went to the park down the street, brought some snacks and lounged on a blanket by the pond while I read him Harry Potter:
The park–
Me reading Harry Potter–
It was beautiful, fantastic and enjoyable…except for the part where the yellow-jacket (with strangely resilient body-armor…I’m thinking a futuristic titanium-alloy) decided to try to hunt me down and kill me.
Today I had an interview at a place that seemed pretty cool for a job that seemed pretty cool (one of the times that I think that not being a Barbie-sheep won’t actually work against me). The interviewer (prez of the company) told me that I had a lot of the same mannerisms as one of his ex-girlfriend, and on his note pad, he wrote that I was ‘chipper’….now, as to whether he considers either of those good things, time will tell, but he was pretty awesome, and we chatted about driving across the country, Nebraska being lame and Deviant Art. And they had leopard print carpeting on their stairs.
Anyway, that’s the news from lake …well…I don’t have a lake…and I have projects to get my butt on…a combination of guilt and Adam’s nagging has convinced me that I REALLY need to work on the next GameBois strip…and that’s just one of 500 things I have on the back burner… (did I mention that this would be a whiny blog? I know I did…if you didn’t read that warning, it’s not my fault)
I’m out of here, like Doug.
