Clareified

Except for wasting sick days on actually recovering from my low grade fever, stuffy nose, cough, throat ache and the rest of the Nyquil ad, I don’t mind being sick.
I like raspy edge it gives my voice and the loopy feel of the world filtered through a stuffed nose and ringing ears, and well, the nineteen hours of sleep aint too shabby either.
So, yes, despite promises from my mother that if I didn’t play poker on Saturday night, that I wouldn’t get sick — I got sick anyway. Though, if Fisch was right and she included watching poker on TV in her calculus, then, I have only myself to blame.
I took ill on Friday afternoon, as evidenced by my meeting Karol at her apartment in advance of Ari’s birthday party and promptly falling asleep on her couch for five hours.
After dubbing it the “best Dawn visit ever,” we met up with Ari at an Upper East Side bar.
I met her best friend Joe, who greeted me with the words every blogger longs to hear “I read your blog and I think you’re hilarious,” then we took an adorable photo which was much more adorable than the unadorable photo he took with Karol.
I just blanked on how I got home from Ari’s party, though I think the Funkypundit might have driven me home in Karol’s car…but I don’t remember him at the party, so I can’t imagine how he ended up behind the wheel of the Jaguar.
(Ok, that sentence, right there is why i haven’t blogged for the past couple of days…I’m still not quite at fully coherent, but you would have gotten a lot more of that muddled syntax and thought if I had tried writing any sooner than today.)
I got home, drank half a bottle of Nyquil and went to bed.
My mother woke me with some technological crises or another and so I spent much of the next day in the ECB, until she sent me home with snacks and orders to not play poker.
Which is precisely what I told Fisch when he called with tales of new clubs and a Saturday poker tournament.
(Oh, and I would like to note that despite the very best efforts of Karol and Mary, I did not go to AC this weekend.)
Instead, I spent Saturday watching 12 Monkeys and talking Fisch off the ledge because I didn’t think it was the very best movie since the invention of the talkie. Someone is seriously blinded by his man crush on Bruce Willis.
I slept again all day Sunday, although I woke up for just long enough to do this.Good thing I blogged that right away, I might have begun to think I only imagined it otherwise.
On Monday, Karol came by to bring me hot soup and kind words. HAHAHAHHAAHHAHA…did you believe that? No, me either. I barely typed it with a straight face.
She did come by though. She ate my snacks and opened my Twizzler and dragged me out of bed.
It was then that I discovered I had developed super hearing.
No doubt the after effect of my body compensating for the loss of its ability to breathe.
By the time Mary and Ftrain came over for 24, I was feeling much improved — but we stayed home yesterday just to be sure that we wouldn’t relapse (and so that Alceste could finish picking our fantasy baseball team.)
Grin.
And now, we’re back.
Did you miss me?

“Wait…who has 501?” -Dawn

I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won, I won!

Straight up, no handicaps, no races, no dictionary…won.

It’s probably unsportsmanlike to spike the Scrabble board and ask your defeated opponent to pose for pictures with the winning board and sign the lost dollar.

I now take this opportunity to retire from the world of competitive Scrabble.

Dear old lady on the M86 bus this afternoon,

If you are going to yell at a man for not getting up and letting a woman stand, you should make sure you are, in fact, yelling at a man and not a middle aged woman with closely cropped hair.

Just sayin’.

Sincerely,

Dawn Summers

Titanic stars to film another movie together.

Both DiCaprio and Winslet were nominated for Oscars this year, for thriller “Blood Diamond” and drama “Little Children,” respectively. DiCaprio has earned three Oscar nominations and Winslet five.

That little fact about Winslet cost me a ten dollar prop bet to Fisch, luckily I have mad affirmative action Scrabble skillz.

Giuliani wife also married three times.

It says “I may have cancer, but boy is my husband hot. I think I will call him McCandidate.”

Rat poison detected in pet food.

Rat poison has been found in pet food blamed for the deaths of at least 16 cats and dogs, a spokeswoman for the State Department of Agriculture and Markets said Friday.

And on a completely unrelated note: When I was growing up, my mom used to call the rat poison ‘rat food.’ So even if it were me, which it’s not, I’d have some kind of cultural differences defense.

What are your weekend plans?

I am absolutely, positively, definitely* not going to AC this weekend.

*40% chance of AC this weekend.

You know those bloggers that write posts about how torn they are about advertising and writing posts for profit? Those bloggers who worry about the integrity of their sites and struggle to remain true to their belief even in the face of market pressures?

Yeah, I’m not one of those.

Cathy Seipp died from her lung cancer. Best wishes to her daughter, Maia. As the only child of a single parent, I don’t even want to imagine what she’s going through right now.