Had a rough night.

Usually when I get home from work, I don't even go to my room until after dinner.

Same thing last night, but upon my visit to my room, I see that, due to the fact that I have a lot of clothes in my closet, the bar where you hang your hangers on had totally collapsed, bringing a shelf with it, so all my clothes, toiletries and other stuff were all over the floor, and pushing my sliding doors right off the rails.

Add that to the fact that I'm sick with a cold, crampy, and tired, and I just cried and cried.

While I was moving piles of clothes around my room, I spilled my plant and had soil all over the place. Then my mom gave me crap, not because of what happened, but because I was grumpy.

On top of that, I forgot to take my insulin after dinner because I was so busy cleaning up that when I went to take it before bed, my blood sugar level was pretty high.

I don't even know when it can get fixed either, because my dad pretends to be an angel and helps fix other people's houses, but doesn't do much with his. I'm sure it's going to end up being me being able to do it, and Home Depot helping.

Got me a cold.

Grazie, mamma. As if the gift of life wasn't enough, you bestowed upon me your gift of the common cold. The coughing, the runny nose, the raspy voice that makes the other person on the phone think they're talking to some demon from the underworld.

I wouldn't mind getting a cold if I were one of those people who like to take time off whenever they can get it and use up all their vacation days, personal days, AND sick days by March. I am not one of those people, however.

I will come to work sick as a dog. Heck, they'd find me here even if I was on a gurney! Okay, that's a lie. I've been on a gurney and didn't go to work. Still, I find it so hard to take time off, since I don't really have a back-up, and there's just so much to do.

Now I don't get sick all that often. I owe this to my not being an obsessive germaphobe. I think it's okay to eat stuff off the floor once in a while (okay, not really), get a cold, get your body immune to that virus, and never get it again. Some people practically drink that hand sanitizer stuff, but I hate using it.

Most of the time I don't even take medicine when I get a cold. I just ride that puppy out. That's probably the only thing you can do. Cough and cold medicines don't really do anything anyway. I just strap a box of tissues to my hip and plod ahead.

Do you think my co-workers would take offense if I shoved some tissue up my nose and left it there for the rest of the day?

All downhill from here.

I went to see a health professional last night and got less than stellar news. It's no big deal, nothing life-threatening, definitely nothing worse than what I already have, but it still makes me wonder if I could have done anything differently to prevent, or at least prolong it.

It's also a reminder that no matter how invincible we may seem in our youth, eventually everyone has something shrivel up, fall out, or just stop working like it should. That's life.

One good thing is that I get to see this health professional more often...and I like him lots. ;-)

Stone Temple Pilots @ Casino Rama

Yay! I got free tickets to see the Stone Temple Pilots at Casino Rama in July! Can't wait!

Now here's hoping the show doesn't get cancelled because they broke up again, or Scott is too drunk to go on.

The Eaton Center/Sonic Boom

Yesterday I had to hit up the big city, because I had to do some birthday shopping at Williams-Sonoma, and the only mall that has one is the Eaton Centre downtown.

It's Toronto's main mall, and it's pretty big, so it's a tourist attraction, and I usually go around Christmas, so it's always packed solid.

Last night was a typical Stevie Wonder ordinary day with nothing going on, so it wasn't busy at all. I could actually walk! I really, REALLY hate crowds, so this was refreshing.

Also, my cousin works at one of the stores, so I stopped in to visit her, and luckily for us, she was got off early so we could hang out. I don't see her that often so I was really glad for the chance.

Another reason for the shopping trip was to visit my favourite music/movies store, Sonic Boom.

I freaking love this store. Combining the fact that I still buy cds with the fact that I like old bands that I can't find music for in an average music store, this is paradise for me. They sell new and used cds, dvds, VHS tapes, cassettes, vinyls, 8-tracks (100% serious, but who would buy them?), and I almost always find what I'm looking for, for cheap. If you're ever in Toronto, it's on Bloor and Bathurst, across the street from Honest Ed's tacky storefront.

I say I almost always find what I'm looking for because last night my reason for going was to find a Giorgio Moroder album, but they had none. The girl behind the counter said they had got some not that long ago, but someone must have bought it all. Boo-urns.

Then we went across the street to an art store because my cousin needed some paint, and I found some gorgeous journals. I loooove pretty journals, and must have them, even if I don't know what I'm going to put into them.

All in all it was a good night, even if I did get home late and was scared stiff that I would get mugged getting off the subway.

*Warning* Offensive material!!!

Happy Zombie Jesus Day!

There, I said it.

Lovely!

Our parent company's policy is to let their people leave a bit earlier the day before a long weekend, and last time they did that, we didn't really know so I thought they were going to lock us all out or something.

This time we're older and wiser, and are expecting it, since it's Easter weekend. We got to leave at 3:00 on Family Day weekend, but our VP says we can leave at 1:00 this Thursday! That's awesomes!

And of course, it's a jeans day.

The Chase

A long time ago I found some of my mom's old cassette tapes that she made off of her vinyls. There was one song that I really took a liking to, but it was an instrumental, and the tape wasn't labeled.

For years and years (and I'm talking close to 15 here) I could not identify this song. I couldn't Google it because there were no lyrics. I did hear a snippet of it once as an intro to a radio show (UPDATE: that radio program is "Coast to Coast AM. Thanks, Wikipedia), but research on that lead proved useless. My mother didn't even remember what it was called. I thought this song was lost in oblivion.

Then, miracle of miracles, I saw that I could download Shazam onto my BB. This application let's you identify a song by holding your phone up to it. What do you think the first thing I thought of was?

I'll admit I wasn't even sure it would find the song, but it did! And now I can walk into Sonic Boom with a purpose. It is called "The Chase" by Giorgio Moroder. What a fitting name, since I've been chasing it all this time.

My life is a little more complete now.

Jen's Baby Update

A while back I mentioned that my cousins Jennifer and Anthony are having a baby. Well, they decided they'd like to know the gender in advance, and they discovered that she has a female bun in the oven. Anth was rooting for a boy, but I know he's just thrilled. I can't wait for the baby! Anth is the first cousin on my dad's side to have one. I know my Nonna is proud.