Trix is sick. This little bastard:
...has been attacking her upper respiratory system. It was a weekend of low-grade fevers, desperate hacking, headaches to beat the band, sneezing, stomach cramps and lord knows what else. Poor thing. People who know me know I'm a classic caretaker so of course I was buzzing 'round getting her cold meds, food, and whatever else, whilst insisting she remain prone and snuggled into a down comforter. She, of course, would have none of it and spent yesterday sewing. Girl's ass is kicked and still she manages to do shit. When I get sick I just lie in bed and whine.
Vinyl find of the weekend: The Byrds' "Fifth Dimension" **IN MONO** for two bucks. Whoever sold it to me had no idea what he was selling. Also: "S.F. Sorrow" by the Pretty Things on blue vinyl. One of my top ten faves of all time. Hotcha!
This week is going to be strange. I can tell already. It has that vibe about it. I woke up this morning with one pervasive feeling: weird. That's my Psychic Friends Prediction for Monday, June 16th -- high weirdness this week. Stay in, or go to a cabin or something.
Question for the week: what do you do when you love your job but there's one particular person you work with that drives you to fucking insanity? And you have to work very very closely with that person every single day?