Straight No Chaser

Queef Smoothie

nothing in here about semen, but now i've got you reading anyway, ha.

well, we'll find out, anyway. marcus will be here for at least part of this weekend. since summer 2004 he's stayed with us a total of...seven nights (a couple each summer, plus his visit over spring break), and i still don't know the protocol for hooking up with him under what is fundamentally my parents' roof. he of course always stays in the guest room in the basement--as far from my bedroom as you can get without leaving the house. but still, my parents are night owls, like me--my bedtime averages at three in the morning, and i'm almost never the last one awake--but turn into these weird narcoleptics whenever marcus comes over. privacy becomes ridiculously easy.

so, i don't know. that seems like a mixed message to me. but we'll figure it out. we always do.

my nose and throat are full of disgusting mucus. i figured out about three days ago that the toilet paper in this office building is useless--one blow and it's soaking wet and full of holes. i started on paper towels yesterday, and now i'm rudolph, plus i totally forgot that i'd written coworker kim's company id code (which i need to log into several systems on the computer) on a separate paper towel, and now i can't find it. and i'm strangely grossed out (i say strangely because there is nothing that isn't gross about being this congested for so long, and i should be used to it) about putting something in my nose that had had pen ink on it. ew ew ew.

anyway, i'm totally over being sick. also not in the mood to convince marcus that i'm not sick. which i actually won't be, this afternoon. that's why this is such bullshit--it's always awful in the morning, before my metabolism speeds up, and nonexistent by the time i go to sleep at night. it's a complete poser, as allergies/illnesses go.