x_los | Bucket: a Celebration (Warning: Graphic and !Extreme!)

I was just thinking, you know it'll be nice to have a day or so of quiet alone time in my house HOLY GOD I NEED TO THROW UP NOW! I needed Robin out of the bathroom immediatley. After that, managing not to do just that action, I sat trying to talk with the Family Norstad, all the while thinking nothing more significant than "owwwww." Robin asked if I was all right, to which I was all, "I'm fine." I never know what to say to that queery. "No, bleugh, sorry about your shoes" never seems to cover it. I walked into the bathroom. My eyes are shining like either the star of Ethel Rosenburg's hate or a toxic waste dump in my chalk face. To be positive, very attractivly green. God I'm hot right now. How do you feel about Mexican?

"Shit," I thought, "I have to go give Annie a ride!" I got into the car, sat for a second, and immediatley threw the door open and threw up everything in me, that being four squares of an orange chocolate bar and one can of Verner's ginger ale. The chocolate bar burned as if I'd consumed a vat of Orange Julius. Not fair, I sarah'ed, I didn't even have orange juice.

I stumbled into Annie's basement, getting a round of "Are you okay?"s. I looked that bad, then. I blubbered an inarticulate request for someone to take Annie home. Luckily, Therese speaks Fucking Incoherent. Megan offered me Orange Juice and I nearly cried. I collapsed on the couch, watched Megan play Harvest Moon, then Molly, in a fit of angelic, suggested we all watch ROTK and gave me a blanket. Blessed sleep. Then waking up, trying to throw up only to find there's nothing left, my favorite of sensations, then stumbling back to my car and sliding home at 15 mph.

Bucket and I are watching The Mummy. I am so consistently sick, I sometimes wonder if my body, on a basic level, works, or is supposed to work. I have a constitution roll of two. I'm a candidate for android body replacement.

Okay: the Mummy. It's interesting because they consulted U of C Egyptologists for the language. The U of C E's are a surprisingly awesome crowd that adores bad Egyptian movies. The heiroglyphs are, to the best of our knowledge, correct. The Hom un Dai shit is ridiculous, and really funny. Flesh eating scarabs indeed. Oh, wait, Weasly One is about to speak some Hebrew at Imhotep and get his ass spared. Oh, Weasly One.

God I want to go to Cairo. More than anything else, any other destination. The minarettes, the great pyramid RIGHT THERE, absolutely everything. I'd see Alexandria while I was there, and try to get to Hatchepsut's temple. Even maybe get to Aknenaten's heretic capital in the desert, the long, thin columns strange to any eyes, the long reflecting pool long since dried by the sun the pharoh overthrew everything to worship. I wonder how much, if any, of it is left?

Fucking awesome things today include running into Molly E at DJ's, and Therese giving me the awesomest Christmas mix ever with some punk/techno remixed Queen, techno Don't Fear the Reaper, KMFDM's Superhero, some Devotchka (their accordian player and I are getting married, you're all bridesmaids, our colors are red and paisley) and a cool choral version of Dream On. Thank you so much Therese! Also, I watched some damn fine Harvest Moon playing on Megan's part. Those cows love her. They love her so much.

Maybe I'll watch some Zim, I haven't all semester.