Sick!

Grrr. Shortish (or at least easy week) with the kids taking finals. I get to go in a bit later, leave earlier and no kids on Friday. So what happens? I wake up this morning and I realize I'm getting sick. I hate being sick. I'm such a baby about it... However, I'll take my usual approach of massive doeses of Vit. C, asprin/tylenol and lots o' sleep to try and head this off at the pass.

I can't get sick. Too much fun stuff coming up...I'm hitting the A2 Folk Festival on Friday night. Harry scored/scammed us amazing tickets, I don't ask how he does these things (they're fifth row!) and it is probably better that way.

Gatsby party coming up! I'm pretty excited, though, as always, I need to do some serious planning for it since it isn't far away now. I'll probably spend more time obsessing over my playlist than anything else :) I love the fact that Husband has ALREADY started working on his list. That rocks.

I talked Jon, Husband and Wife to seeing The Hard Lessons with me last Saturday. Other than running into way too many people we know from school, it was a really fun night. The Hard Lessons rocked and the company was excellent. It was also kinda fun just going to a show & getting to let loose because I wasn't reviewing it. Not that I don't have fun when I go to shows to cover them, but there is also something about going and just getting overwelmed with the music and atmosphere-total abandon.

I went to my first Conor O'Neils trivia night last night. It was a hoot. I managed to help my team out on occasion, so I feel I made some ok contributions and wasn't a total leech:) I did surprisingly crappy on the music round (Come on, I don't remember shit like LA Guns...) but I think the very best moment was when a song clip was played, Jon got up, yelled "The Who!" across the bar and it was actually from a Franz Ferdinand song. I guess you had to be there but I was greatly amused (and though I don't know the Who v. well , the whole, overconfident about a song, yell it out and then realize I was COMPLETELY wrong, is something I'd do).

Ugh, don't want to grade this pile of essays on The Count of Monte Cristo. I want to go back to sleep (I slept for a few hours after school and I'm still tired...I hate being sick).

Listening to: Permanent Me, After the Room Clears