Snnnnnnnnzzzzzzzzz.........

Lawdy, what a weekend. Was infected with new Hanta/SARS/Monkey/Mystery virus over the weekend, most likely a result of two nights out in a row. Am now hacking/coughing/fevering/dying. Most pleasant considering I have four thousand assignements this week and absolutely NO ambition.

Great.

Did have fab time at dinner/dance Saturday night. Girlfriends and I boogied the light fantastic or at least tried after acting all shy at our table for the first 30 minutes. DJ managed to get us off the chairs in a flash with rousing rendition of "I'm Too Sexy." I know, we are dorks of the worst kind. Was worth the money spent just to watch the boomers dancing to "Love Shack" and "Hit Me, Baby". Huh. Shoot me now.

Woke up Sunday with sore throat and feverish temps. Was sure I was full of consumption, but family assured me that funeral plans weren't imminent. PTL. Actually thought I'd have 25 seconds to relax.

Bwahahahahaa.

Husband has recommended to me that getting an assistant isn't so "out there" as he may have previously thought. Between new project (which I got-Ta-da!) and numerous writing-ish responsiblities, he thinks that I might need, wellllll, help. Oh, really, honey? And he's had a secretary/support staff for how long?

Can't even begin to fathom interviewing help. Had hard enough time trying to find a cleaning lady (CL) without nervous breakdown. (I'm a terrible employer. I'm such a doormat. Surrrre, smoke away in here! Yessss, take that vacation for 13 weeks! We'll survive!) A goodly friend of mine has an intern (actually she's on her 3rd) and it sounds like a fab situation. I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to fit in teaching this winter, along with all these other writerly obligations, so maybe, just maybe some help would be good.

Have made good dent into Christmas/Holiday/Hannukah shopping. Have fair share of Jewish friends who expect my Martha-ish pressies for their Chanukah celebrations. Seem to invited 17 people to Thanksgiving without my knowing. Will I need a bigger turkey? Or should I just pull the tofurkey out? Mmmmmm....... Perhaps I blacked out, or maybe I'm just a natural born entertainer (like Liza minus the fake eyelashes and weird husbands.)

Must go tend to familial matters and get into bed. Am alternately burning up/freezing my tookus off. Am wearing chenille wooly socks and shorts. Fashion statement I am not.

To Do List for tomorrow:

1. Clean litter box
2. Fax guest list for PR event
3. Buy drugs from reliable source
4. Administer drugs in timely fashion
5. Fall asleep during interview with kids-wear fashionista
6. Blame drugs for heavy snoring
7. Send article(s) laden with numerous drug-induced typos
8. Invoice
9. Write note in bold letters to invoice on Wednesday, as am sure self won't get to it tomorrow
10. Order Tofurkey

Comments

[Miss Chatelaine]

So sorry to hear that you're under the weather. Wishing you a speedy recovery!

[LittleMiss]

Awww...poor you. Will mail you some fancy cheetah tissues I picked up @ boutique.
And may you NOT have psychotic-Nyquil-Druggie-induced dreams like I've been having lately. Dreamt I was flying (like Peter Pan)and evil guys were chasing me---sooooo vivid! Husband woke me from dream, and I screamed @ him to leave me alone and whacked him hard w/ my arm! Scared the shit outta him.LOL!
P.S. - Yes. Git a CL and an assistant. AND, congrats on newish project, ye workaholic.
MissyMe

[sporty spice]

sorry to hear about the death flu. that sucks. but hey, don't go raggin' on old people dancing to love shack. i'm one of those old people. remember???

[littleMiss]

I wanna know if you danced to Y-M-C-A? Snort!!!

Weeeeeeeeeeee!

LM

Sent you and Spicy a card!

[littleMiss]

I wanna know if you danced to Y-M-C-A? Snort!!!

Weeeeeeeeeeee!

LM