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I've been sick since Wednesday with a sore throat, headache and congestion. Perfect timing. I'm making progress on my massive amount of work for next week (presentation Monday, paper due Tues., paper due Wed.) but I'm still nervous about it.
I took a break last night to go to Denis's work holiday party. It was pretty cool, beautiful location in the city, great food, open bar, good dj, even a place where you could have your picture taken (like prom), all for free. Since Denis has only worked there a while we didn't know too many people but we chatted and danced and had a good time. I felt like an adult, or at least like a teenager pretending to be an adult. At the beginning of the party I had a glass of wine and a sour apple martini (with gin not vodka sooo good) on an empty stomach and under the impression that the "sour apple" part of the martini was some non-alcoholic mixer rather than schnapps, so about 2/3 of the way through the martini I was pretty wasted. Nevertheless, even drunk and in 3-inch heels I managed to swing dance. I felt like crap around 2:45am when sore throat and headache and congestion returned with a vengeance, but Denis got out the humidifier and that helped. I feel okay this morning, breakfast will help.
(I also had really hot hair at the party because I have this certificate from my new hair place that lets me try different services so yesterday afternoon I had a glossing treatment that didn't seem to make much of a difference, and then a blowdry and style with this awesome woman who gave my hair volume, and made the ends kind of curly. It looked so good, like I'd been having wild movie-style sex and then someone came in and fixed my hair. I realized that I too should learn how to use a hairdryer, roundbrush, and curling iron and that that's what all the pretty girls were doing in jr. high and highschool while I was doing the assigned reading. I also had pretty good makeup on since over Thanksgiving I got all new products and application tips from my aunt who sells Mary Kay. I'm particularly excited about my purple mascara--but maybe I'm too old for purple mascara?--and at the party I wore eyeliner out in public for the first time since 8th grade, and this time I didn't look like a drag queen auditioning for Cleopatra.)
My Grammie has moved from the hospital to a nursing home. Good progress, but she has lost even more mobility, independence, etc since before being admitted. She's going to get physical therapy in the nursing home but we don't know when (or if) she'll go back to the assisted living place with my grandpa. Getting old and sick sucks.
I took a break last night to go to Denis's work holiday party. It was pretty cool, beautiful location in the city, great food, open bar, good dj, even a place where you could have your picture taken (like prom), all for free. Since Denis has only worked there a while we didn't know too many people but we chatted and danced and had a good time. I felt like an adult, or at least like a teenager pretending to be an adult. At the beginning of the party I had a glass of wine and a sour apple martini (with gin not vodka sooo good) on an empty stomach and under the impression that the "sour apple" part of the martini was some non-alcoholic mixer rather than schnapps, so about 2/3 of the way through the martini I was pretty wasted. Nevertheless, even drunk and in 3-inch heels I managed to swing dance. I felt like crap around 2:45am when sore throat and headache and congestion returned with a vengeance, but Denis got out the humidifier and that helped. I feel okay this morning, breakfast will help.
(I also had really hot hair at the party because I have this certificate from my new hair place that lets me try different services so yesterday afternoon I had a glossing treatment that didn't seem to make much of a difference, and then a blowdry and style with this awesome woman who gave my hair volume, and made the ends kind of curly. It looked so good, like I'd been having wild movie-style sex and then someone came in and fixed my hair. I realized that I too should learn how to use a hairdryer, roundbrush, and curling iron and that that's what all the pretty girls were doing in jr. high and highschool while I was doing the assigned reading. I also had pretty good makeup on since over Thanksgiving I got all new products and application tips from my aunt who sells Mary Kay. I'm particularly excited about my purple mascara--but maybe I'm too old for purple mascara?--and at the party I wore eyeliner out in public for the first time since 8th grade, and this time I didn't look like a drag queen auditioning for Cleopatra.)
My Grammie has moved from the hospital to a nursing home. Good progress, but she has lost even more mobility, independence, etc since before being admitted. She's going to get physical therapy in the nursing home but we don't know when (or if) she'll go back to the assisted living place with my grandpa. Getting old and sick sucks.
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