9-14-2010

9-13-2010

Dinner with my parents and the restaurant had a bocce ball stadium in their patio. Then I saw this guy on the way home.

9-12-2010

For a few Fall seasons now, I've been on the lookout for a coat that looks like Paddington Bear. I'm not sure why I'm so interested in looking like a plush doll based on a children's storybook, but I probably spent all together too much money to do so today. I'm incredibly excited about this. Besides, I can always lie and tell people the coat makes me look like a salty sailor if I need to act tough.

9-11-2010

This is a Magical Train. We saw it at a carnival where Nicole went here and got the biggest corn dog in the whole world. Then we saw a pretty amazing homage to early 2000's gangster rap while driving around random awesome places and trying to get lost.

We eventually figured out where we were and Nicole made friends with random street cats. We found people wearing costumes and holding giant...umm compensating instruments. We saw a random street cat on a boat. Then went somewhere fancy for fancy food.

This is what 1,368 exposures of ammunition for my blog looks like.

9-10-2010

Two weeks and two days later, I went out for the first time for something other than work or groceries. This potted head lives in Little Italy by where we went for dinner.

9-9-2010

Being sick totally sucks. I haven't done anything fun in so long and I haven't gotten to play with my fun camera stuff in even longer. I pulled my FM2 out of the closest today just to turn the knobs and click the button. I can't wait to waste a ton of film doing stupid stuff as soon as I'm better.

9-8-2010

So this morning I was awoken by a phonecall telling me that the doctor apparently didn't really look that closely at my chest x-ray on Saturday, and that I've actually had Pneumonia in my right lung for at least the last five days. I swear to God, if they were too busy lauging at my sars mask instead of figuring out if I'm going to die or not...I'm going to sue them so hard. In anycase, I now have a bottle of fancy antibiotics and high hopes that they may actually fix me now that they know how I'm broken.

P.s. this has definitely been the most fun-less two weeks of the past year and possibly my whole life.

9-7-2010

My coworkers are both incredibly considerate and equally mysterious. I went downstairs to transfer some files, and when I came back to my desk there was tea. Really yummy tea with honey in it. Now that I think of it, the tea-ninja coworker is also very brave for entering my closet-office lair and fending off all of the germs and pestilance breeding here in order to make the delivery. Thank you very much for your bravery...I hope that contact with my desk hasn't made you infirmed as well.

P.s. I highly doubt the mysterious co-worker was Oprah Winfrey, but if that is in fact a clue, I'm really hoping there's a new car for everyone in my blog-audience coming soon.

9-6-2010

I know I'm scrawny, but this being sick stuff is getting out of hand...and a little scary. I think the last time I weighed this much I played with G.I. Joes and was probably about a foot shorter. And it's not like I've been starving myself either. I've been eating all sorts of fat people food like cake and ice cream and grilled cheese sandwiches.

On the bright side, since we're both sick Nicole's parents came over yesterday to reclaim our back yard from the jungle we had been ignoring for the past few weeks. Our yard now looks like people actually live here, and we got to sit outside and enjoy polluting the fresh air with clouds of our germs.

9-5-2010

Hopefully my luck is improving. On a cake-supply shopping mission at the grocery store, I won the lottery. Then for pretty much the rest of the day, Nicole played Angry Birds, and I watched hours and hours of Anthony Bourdain's No Reservations and (the not good) Star Wars movies...and ate cake.

9-4-2010

After pretty much everyone I've ever met telling me I had to, I finally gave in and went to the doctor's office today. Expecting the best in state of the art medical care...they gave me a sars mask. I was the only person in a room full of sick coughing people, and they singled me out and gave just me a sars mask. It got better though because they later gave Nicole one too, and she wasn't even there for an appointment. Then they had me take my shirt off so they could take topless pictures with this fancy camera. After all of everything, they gave me this stuff. I will say though, after all my years of regularly listening to horrible southern rap, I was incredibly disappointed this stuff wasn't purple...I guess that saves me some Sprite and Jolly Rancher money.

9-3-2010

Bathtub tornados are hard to take pictures of.

9-2-2010

My after work NyQuil nap almost made me forget to take a picture today. Luckly my coughing fit woke me up, so this is the best you get.

9-1-2010

On March 17th I posted about how crater-like the parking lot at work was. Since then, nature has begun Life After People-ing and reclaiming its righful greenspace back from the clutches of the industrial parkway. Soon, my entire office will be a lush fern forest teeming with wildlife.

All day at work today, I had a fever induced fantasy of coming home and immediately ordering an all-together-too-large-for-anyone's-good pizza. It would be dripping gallons of fluorescent orange oil, blanketed in pounds and pounds of nebulous white cheese and covered in the cheapest, unhealthiest pepperoni ever...prefereably spelling out "I'm eating meat because I'm sick and I don't even care...I do what I wanna" (the pizza would be more than large enough to fit all that writing). Then I would eat the whole thing by myself and be magically cured from everything all at once. Instead, tempered by Nicole's always better judgement, I had this. It didn't magically cure me, but it was a far better decision than what I was planning for the evening.