I Don't Feel Like Dancing

I don't know why I haven't posted a picture of Brandy yet. Oh wait...yes I do, because we took like 9000 pictures (the night we took this one) and she never sent me any! The only reason I have this one is because it was posted on a local message board we are members of (I'd link it, but it's dying and the people there aren't welcoming to newbies anymore). I cut myself out of it because I look like crap from the angle it was taken. So we'll just leave me out of it. Brandy and I don't drink really, but I had some of Abby's leftover coolers in my fridge that had been there for God only knows how long. Actually, Brandy asked me if we should drink it because it was Abby's and I explained that Abby had ruined 3 bottles of Caesar's, not to mention she and I weren't friends anymore and I was hardly going to walk over 2 bottles of Smirnov over to her. Consider them a casualty of our friendship. At any rate, Brandy is a hoot when she's got somethin' in her.

She's such a great friend. Saturday we came into town to get her out of the house. Tyler (one of the brats she sits for) was especially bad and so was his sister. I think she was ready to pull her hair out. So we shopped at Walmart. I got her Christmas pressie...or at least part of it. She really really loves that movie/musical Rent. And it was on for $12.50 at our local Wally World. She got so excited and was going to put it (along with a bunch of other stuff) on lay-away but I told her not to be silly, I would get it for her. Oh...oh...also while we were there they had Season 1 of She-Ra! I LOVE She-Ra. I might order it from Amazon.

So after we did our shopping thing, I had to stop at my place to check on the toilet. Yeah yeah, I know that sounds weird but a few days ago the toilet started running really really really loud. At first, just when you flushed it, and then progressed into all the time. Then, I went in to brush my teeth, and the towel I had covering the ugly tank was soaked! I pulled the cover off, and the water was WAY too high. For years it's been higher than what it should be, but now it's even higher than that. And loud as hell. So, we went up to check to see that it hadn't flooded or something (I had a nightmare about it believe it or not). Brandy said she thought she could fix it, and I fought her on it, because...ew...I don't expect anyone to stick their hands in my toilet unless they're a pro or my landlord (that's why I pay rent) or...me...(which I had done and couldn't see anything wrong). She fussed, and tinkered, talked to Craig on the phone about it. We figured out the problem, but in the end could do nothing. Brandy was ticked that she couldn't fix it (it's like a puzzle). Craig teased her about it when we got back to her place, so I did what he claimed was all it needed (a small turn to a screw)...and it didn't do a darn thing. Theo is coming to fix it after supper.

What a freakin' week this has been. I have been fighting off (as best I can) a sinus cold that has been clinging to me. Yeesh I wish it would just end already so I can get on with things. My whole system is just bogged down with it. At least my place doesn't look like it snowed Kleenex anymore. Saturday night I caved, and took a blue flu pill (even though I don't have the flu) I have a lot of the other symptoms and I wanted to be able to sleep through the night. I didn't roll out of bed til almost 1pm on Sunday cause I just felt so...icky. Normally I don't sleep that long (I took the pill at 2am ish, so I should have woken at 10am).

So, after I dragged myself from bed, I kicked it into gear. Really cleaned the apartment. Pulled out the futon, the wall units (I have 3 of them, all heavy and tall), the fridge, the table, retaped the cords down (long story) and cleaned the bathroom. Tackled the dishes I was too sick to stand and wash during the week. I finished around 4:30 and then just lazed on the couch til 6:30 when I got supper.

My parents were supposed to be back Saturday from visiting my sister and her husband. But they stayed longer, and spent the night in Bangor, Maine. I didn't hear from them yesterday, so I hope they got in alright. My sister had called Saturday night to let me know, left a message since I was only home for a few hours between work (10-12) and then going out to Brandy's at 4:30ish.

Excited about CSI: Miami tonight. I heard some bummer news about the cast for next year. I can't remember the guy's name at the moment, but he's joining the cast. And I don't particularly care for his work. I hope it's in a minimal role and not as a detective or Heaven forbid, a new CSI. I bet it's a detective. Which makes me wonder if he's replacing Frank Tripp or what. Who knows? Anyone?