Still sick as a dog



It just doesn't get any better. And I don't mean that in a good way.



The highlight of my weekend was seeing OutKast and George Clinton on the same stage at the Grammys last night. I think all the right people won, but I wouldn't have given Best New Artist to Evanescence--I would have handed it to 50. There's just something about that wacky guy I like. I think Ja Rule's a wanksta, too. That gravel voice....ugh. It's worse than fingernails on a chalkboard.



More uselessness while dealing with trains. I leap out of bed before 7 am, but it doesn't help. I have to run, run, rush, cut off, step over, and lean on people to still be five minutes late. I'm officially renaming Rush Hour "Crawl Hour" because everything crawls. The only time I'm ok is when I get up at 4 am to skate. Even then, there are 15 people waiting at the bus stop at 5:30 am. It just doesn't end. My European friends are laughing at me right now as they go into their first full vacation week since they get 6 or 7 per year. And I wonder why my hair is falling out? Good Christ.



It's enough to kill.



More switcheroo desk duties this week--Friday instead of Thursday. That gives me a break, but I'm dreading seeing a former coworker for "drinks". If this means some ridiculous pity party, I swear to God, I'm going to walk away. The last time members of my office went out, we ended up walking almost 3 miles trying to find a bar because these people are just horribly indecisive. You know what you want, you ask for it.



I'm not spending $27 plus a tip on a friggin martini. I can't even drink given my liver enzymes are doing a dance with the medication I'm on. That might account for the pains in my side. But, lo and behold, the minute I go off these meds? Headaches, hormonal surges, and more hair loss! Hey, I know! Just get me a wig catalog for my birthday. I want to look Lil Kim with purple, pink, and turquoise hair. Especially turquoise--it will match my eBay feedback rating when I get to my 100th item!



I was going to give the Bowery Mission a call to see if I could pop in on Saturday and give them some help, but I might get tuberculosis or something. Some of those guys are in pretty bad shape, healthwise. It's a "food of love" thing, as Emeril says, you need to share it with those that don't have it, but at the rate I'm going, I don't think I'm leaving the house. The only great Valentine's days I ever had were 1984 and 1994. 2004 will not be part of the ten-year trinity, so to speak. Nothing beats '94. When I reprint Saturday, you'll see why.



I think I'm going home to replay that funk bit. I taped it. In true old skool fashion, I don't have a DVD player yet, and my tv was built in 1989. Dexter liked it, but he was looking for James Brown. He's a big fan of "Ain't That a Groove." Funny cat.