November 4th, 2004



  1. I didn't go to work yesterday. I wasn't really sick... I think my actual virus went away awhile ago. I don't feel wobbly when I stand up, or achey, or swollen. But the after-affects are taking forever to go away -- they're almost as annoying as the darn cold was! All that junk that had taken over my sinuses is draining into my nose and chest, so I keep coughing and blowing my nose. Very early yesterday morning I awoke, barely able to breathe, in the middle of a terrific coughing fit that lasted like 15 minutes straight or something! Sheesh. Then it took me forever to fall back asleep. So when I woke up again (an hour after my alarm went off), I was exhausted. My chest was worn out from all that hacking. And I was about to be late for a meeting. It just didn't seem worth it to rush around and get ready for work. And I would have had to leave early for a stupid dentist appointment anyway. So I called in "sick" and slept until 1pm. It was nice having a day off...and I'm coughing a little less today.

  2. There is a new woman at work. Her name is Emily. Em-i-ly! I can't stop calling her Lisa. I don't know why... I don't know anybody who is named Lisa and looks like her. I guess somehow my brain thinks she's a Lisa though, and I can't break it of that habit. I've apologized, she's okay with it, and she's agreed to answer to Lisa until I finally get my brain straightened out.

  3. I voted for Kerry, and I'm bummed he didn't win. But I don't think he was going to be The Answer To All Our Problems or anything. He's just a politician. The whole "one man one woman" thing is a much bigger disappointment though.

  4. I ate a candy bar (Twix) for breakfast today, and drank a Diet Pepsi. And I wonder why I'm not losing weight!

  5. I stole 2 diet pepsi's from the conference last week. I still have them in my backpack.

  6. Well, that's all the confessions I can think of for now. At least, the ones I'm willing to tell you. (: Maybe I'll confess to more things later...

Danger and Battles Increase

Our visit with the Macai was heartening, if nerve-wracking at first. We were greeted by a huge brute of a warrior, with a blue-painted mask on his face. He carried a staff with a spear-head on the end of it that was larger than my head. He was suspicious of us at first, asking: "If you come in peace, why you carry swords, hmm?"

I shrugged and pointed out, "You're carrying a spear."

"Hmm. Good point." So he invited us to meet the rest of the group. They were traveling with a young women who was doing some sort of coming-of-age quest. She asked us to help her explore her self and who she wanted to become, which we attempted to do (without huge success, I'm afraid, but she was gracious anyway).
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