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July 25, 2003 - 1:56 p.m. What country are you? Me�? You're Ireland! Mystical and rain-soaked, you remain mysterious to many people, and this makes you intriguing. �You also like a good night at the pub, though many are just as worried that you will blow up the pub as drink your beverage of choice. �You're good with words, remarkably lucky, and know and enjoy at least fifteen ways of eating a potato. �You really don't like snakes. My great grandfather � who was Irish � would be so proud. The update on Beegate 2003, my finger now resembles nothing so much as a plump, polish sausage and, while generally a fan of anything associated with the Vitamin Pork, I�m unamused. I frequently seem to have �interesting� reactions to insect bites/stings and this one is no exception. I read on Web MD that the effects of a bee sting generally last a few hours, mine has now moved into the few days category. Last night it swelled (swoll?) up so much I couldn�t sleep because it was throbbing a beat that Fatboy Slim might find useful as a sample. And it itched, hoo boy did it itch. It itched so much that my entire hand and much of my arm felt it should itch as well just to keep my finger company. I finally gave up on the sleep around 4.30 am and took Paint Monkey�s advice to apply a tobacco plaster on the offending digit to extract the bee venom. Not sure it worked, mostly because by that point I�m fairly confident the venom was merrily making its way to my brain and had little interest in partaking in the damp tobacco on my finger. This morning I decided that I�d take a Benedryl that Momster-b (tm mnvnsnjn) gave me, so now I�m at work and feeling like I�ve got a lead pillow in my head. But hey, at least it doesn�t itch so much anymore, so�yea? It�s been awhile since I�ve been awake at that time of morning, since I usually don�t have problems sleeping � I�m kind of like a cat, I can sleep anywhere any time � except last night. I had forgotten the vast wasteland that is TV at that hour. I flipped around and while I�ve been known to get suckered into an infomercial on occasion, none of the good ones were on. [My current fave is the one for the makeup artist lady who does the big cat eyes. All of the before and after pictures are like; Before: frumpy woman After: Big Hair, Big Eyes, Big Lips, and each woman looks exactly the same, regardless of ethnicity, age or coloring. Creepy] I decided that I�d give HBO a try and thankfully (Heh.) the Hillary Swank period �drama� The Affair of the Necklace was on. I was lulled into a stupor in no time. Sweet. So, I�m just sitting here, staring into the middle distance � due to my Benedryl induced haze (pretty pretty colors) � and wishing for the weekend. So close, so close� � Wondering:Uh...
Doing:Huh...what?
Wishing:Er....
Travel back in time True Art - June 21, 2004
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