Cleolinda Jones (cleolinda) wrote,
Cleolinda Jones

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Augh too hot blargh

Oh my God, I feel like I was hit by a truck. The phlegm has settled low in my ears and is slowly sludging its way down to my chest. My throat is about 85% better, but I feel twice as bad overall as yesterday. I don't have time for this!

(And if you think I sound chipper, bear this in mind: it took me all day to write this entry.)

Which reminds me: my professor this past semester would bring this little thing that would plug into the wall and heat about a teapot's worth of water, and we would all make tea. But I don't really know what you would call it, and I suspect that if I Froogle "water heater" I'm not going to find what I want. Because I was lying in bed, hwonking and snorfling, and it occurred to me that I have everything in the world I need to make tea--tea, tea bags, loose tea, cups, teapots, a few packets of Equal, even a tea strainer--but no way to heat water that doesn't involve going downstairs. And since going downstairs to take the dogs out was a monumental effort, downstairs = bad at the moment. Help?

bardintraining: "The Year in Pictures (but turn up your speakers anyway). Editor's Choice (graphic images); Reader's Choice."

Brad Renfro arrested. For drugs. On Skid Row. Awww.

RIP character actor Vincent Schiavelli. You may not recognize the name, but you would know the face--if nothing else, you might know him from the sideshow-carnival episode of the X-Files, "Humbug," where he had the weird Pouch o' Twin. I am sad.

Two song recs from Tony Pius: "I think I recommended Jonathan Coulton's luminous cover of 'Baby Got Back' [previously], but I have a new favorite from the Coulton oeuvre: 'Skullcrusher Mountain.'" (Sample mad scientist/supervillain lyric: "I made this half-pony half-monkey monster to please you / But I get the feeling that you don’t like it.")

From the No Shit files: Va. Man Who Killed 4 Had Mental Problems

The Amazing McRachel sent me a GlossyGreeting with a sample of Cargo lip gloss in their Bora Bora shade. My God, it is awesome.

All "Lazy Sunday" all the time! Lazy Sunday lyrics (not working at this time, but check back later). NY Times article, which describes Samberg's difficulty in explaining "the chronic" to his mother. Apparently she had no problem with "SNACK ATTACK MUTHAFUCKA!," though. And then, to finish: t-shirts.

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