December 29th, 2001



Dad always used to say, "When you have diarrhea, it means the infection is leaving your system." I sure hope so!

I have to be at work in roughly eight hours and I can't sleep because I've got the runs. OUCH. My abdomen is distended. I am fatigued. I am getting dehydrated. Grumble.

Part of my diet involves exercising daily, but unless you count driving around a little and pushing a cart around Costco, I didn't exercise. This (when I'm ill) is when I gain weight. If I can get through this week, get well, and not gain anything, I'll be amazed.

I wish I weren't out of Immodium. Damn. I think Warren's out of it, too. I had some chewable tablets, but they disappeared when the maid service came Thursday.

I also miss Fuzzball this time of year. If she were still alive she'd be by my side, comforting me and making faces to make me laugh.

December 29th was Pop-Pop's birthday (my paternal grandfather). He died on December 20th, 1979. I remember the day well. I had just come back from a massive all-day "teach-in" in the Music building. It was pretty cool; half of the reason for going was the sheer experience of attending it. All the Music Appreciation teachers got together and were doing a review of the course. We showed up to support our teacher, but some of the others were a hoot. The one I remember best was the one who air-conducted a recording of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony.

I came back to my dorm room to find out Pop-Pop had died while Dad and Uncle Marty (Dad's brother) were en route to Florida. Since Grandmom (my maternal grandmother) was ill with cancer, Mom didn't want to go down, so I offered to go down in her place. Mom wouldn't let me, saying Nanny (my paternal grandmother) wouldn't want me down there. That hurt.

I reacted the way anyone who suddenly lost a vital, living grandparent would do: I cried. My roommate then yelled at me to "Stop crying" because it was interfering with her studying. She THEN proceeded to tell me how she was "going to get LAYED for Christmas!"

I was really grossed out by that and had to get out of the room, so I went to the dorm room of this guy I'd help throw a Star Trek movie premiere party. He wasn't in, but there was a poem on his door by Oscar Wilde that began "Higgledy Piggledy my fat hen/She lays eggs for gentlemen."

I went back to my dorm room and put on my Glenn Miller "Pure Gold" (my mother said it had my name on it) album, and out of me poured "The Old Virginia Chicken Song," one of the most warped things I've ever written.

Everyone who ever heard that song assumed it was me who was getting layed when, in fact, it was my roommate; I was going to Grandmom's house for what would be my Last Real Christmas. It's easy to do Christmas when you're Jewish and you're really mooching off your goyish grandparents to elbow in on the holiday. It's hard to do Christmas when you don't have immediately family to hang around.

Magandang Tanghal! Bayan

That's the name of the TV show I'm watching right now. It's from the Phillippines, and it's hysterical. They mix game show stuff with alleged entertainment. I just finished watching a song and dance number that focused on a young male singer wearing an orange bandana "pirate-style" with black vinyl tank top and matching black vinyl pants lip-synching to an off-key version of "Jingle Bell Rock." The background dancers were amazing, doing backflips and stuff, but they kept focusing on Mr. Off-Key. Then three other guys wearing the same outfit but different colored bandanas walked out and all four took off their vinyl pants to reveal white cotton boxer shorts. Really weird stuff. This was just the beginning of the show. It gets weirder, but I'll miss it because I've got to shower and then get to work by the time it ends.

The show is in Tagalog, but Tagalog doesn't have words for half of the stuff, so they substitute English. This means you hear, "Blah, blah, ah-long tao, condensation of water" as a question and the answer being, "evaporation." When nobody gets a question, you hear, "I'm sorry, time is up" in American-accented English. The whole show is like this.

The game show portions change every few weeks, so you never know what kinds of games they're going to play. One time they were dropping slime and flour all over the contestants and there was a lot of product placement.

Anyhow, it's time to boogie!

More later....

Home Alone

I just got back from my shift after a detour to Whole Foods. Warren wound up filling in for Terry, the guy who was supposed to relieve him. Terry showed up late and looked rather green around the edges...and in the middle....

Warren called the Powers That Be and got permission to fill in for Terry, provided he get his relief to show up early. Dave, his relief, agreed to show up at 6am. I really ought to see if Dave wants me to bring him anything. Dave has also bailed my ass out of hot water enough times, so I owe him one.

I fetched Warren and myself dinner (if you can call it that) from Wendy's. I had enough calories left over -- and a dry throat -- so I picked up some sorbet from Whole Foods, along with a few impulse buys:

  • a bunch of really thin asparagus (they'll be nummy when I roast them

  • a little bit of organic "yuppie chow" (baby greens salad mix) -- it was on sale at a very good price

  • a bag of six very large Russian Tea Cakes

  • a cup of peach and mint sorbet with champagne

  • a cup of green apple spice sorbet

  • a cup of apple caramel sorbet

  • a pint of lemon sorbet (it was on sale)

  • a pint of chocolate sorbet (I was out anyway, and it was on sale)

I also bought some ephedra-based tea -- doctor's orders -- and some oatmeal-in-a-cup for tomorrow at the station.

I got home, checked my messages, and found out Warren's parents had hoped he'd be by for dinner when he was stuck there all night. He asked me to call them for him, so I did. I also thanked them again for inviting me over for Christmas dinner.

I'm exhausted, yet I can't sleep. Today was extra hectic, and it's hard to come down when the shift is packed like today's. I had lots of sound coming in on various New Year's Eve activities, and there's a drunken guy who calls regularly who kept wanting to give me stories, but it was never clear what the story was.
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