What I Did On My Sick Day, A Non-Essay

[ase]

Today I emailed in sick, took several naps, and called a doctor. I watched TV and took my temperature umpteen times, making my temperature bounce a degree or so by drinking cold gatorade or hot tea. At no point was it near my norm, and sometimes I got it as high as three degrees off. Yay scorching hot tea! Eventually my landlord appeared, as did another crop of potential roommates. I snuck out to the grocery store, and grabbed takeout on the way home. If I never see canned chicken soup again it will not be too soon. Now I'm wide awake, but pretty sure I need to at least try to go to work tomorrow.

Irony points: the only new-to-me DVDs in the house are House S3. So I sniffled my way through multiple episodes of weird infections, cardiac arrest, multiple organ failure, genetic disease, and emitting blood from every orifice imaginable. Then I watched Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles (the show would get my slavish devotion if it didn't feature Summer Glau playing another crazy chick) for my weekly explosives quotient. Sadly, I tried and failed to read anything more weighty than blogs today, even the YA fantasy novel that's been kicking around my room for weeks. I guess that's why they call it sick.

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[ashcomp.livejournal.com]

(the show would get my slavish devotion if it didn't feature Summer Glau playing another crazy chick)

Want to get that girl to work for free? Offer a role as an overweight, loudmouthed community organizer in a slum. Her contribution to the violence can be,say, calling the cops.

[ase.livejournal.com]

I have no idea if that was supposed to be funny, but I'm not seeing a punchline.

[ashcomp.livejournal.com]

Not funny particularly, just an observation. She would probably kill for a role where she was not some kind of real or figurative combat machine. Something that might bring out the actress instead of the dancer, and break the typecasting.