Sick! Sick I say! Four days until I leave for Colorado & I'm effing sick. Full of snot. Achy & angry about being achy. So I've been home, laying about since Sunday. Though I did go in & open yesterday morning ... left at 10 after the girls got to work. Sick!

I hate being sick.

I'm a very bad sick person.

It's the only time I get really whiney or bitchy.

Okay, not REALLY. But it intensifies to the point of madness when I'm sick.

So I'm tired of laying in bed & am instead uploading the neverending collection into my never-getting-full Ipod. 2,940 songs so far. Right in the middle of Lucinda Williams Live @ the Fillmore. Excited by the fact that with my new computer, once all the music is on here ... it can stay on here. Bringing much ease to my merry mix making. Yes, I guess I hadn't mentioned that I finally bought myself a new computer. One with a 250 Gig hard drive so I can put anything I want on it ... & leave it. So easy to make mixes now. It's almost criminal.

Leaving ... on a jet plane ... in four days.

"kiss me & smile for me"

Four days.

Can I just say that no matter how many times I hear, "you'll be fine, Poppy," I still am having a bit of a freakout. Not huge, just ... imagining myself exploding in a huge ball of fire in the sky type freakout. Jenny is dropping me off at the airport & so we'll have a couple Sapphire/Tonics to ease my mind before I board. Just, it's something I really NEED to do. 32 years old & never been on a plane. It's high time, but DAMN Alanis Morissette straight to the firey pits for writing that DAMN ironic song (which I never cared for anyway) for it's been stuck in my head ever since I got my ticket. "& as the plane crashed down [she] thought, 'well isn't this nice?' & isn't it ironic?"

crap.

I tell myself that if I'd like to see places like Ireland & Italy (which are my two foreign countries of choice since I'm Irish/Italian) then I'm going to have to be on much longer plane rides in the future. Sacramento to Denver is only 2 & 1/4 hours. Not bad. I try to convince myself that the 131 hours I spent riding the train for my last two visits could've brought much more catastrophe ... seeing the ratio of hours spent ... but it doesn't work. I still sorta get green around the gills at the thought of cruising through the sky in a giant, heavy metal tube.

My paper airplanes weigh tiny bits & they never fly far before tumbling toward the carpet.

crap.

"tell me that you'll wait for me"

I don't know why I'm so intent on getting my music all uploaded before I go ... I think I like the idea of taking my entire collection (sans vinyl... sigh) on vacation with me. So that if I get the urge to hear NOFX, Dean Martin or The Starlight Mints at any time, I can.

The Ipod is more fun than I should be allowed. I get offended when the CD lookup says that Tom Waits is Rock or The Beatles are Pop ... Tom Waits cannot be categorized the same as Def Leppard & The Beatles shall not be related to Jessica Simpson (not that I have Def Leppard or Jessica Simpson, but you know those would be their genres)! Instead I give them their own fancy, potty-mouthed genres. "Tom Motherfucking Waits!" "The motherfucking Beatles!" & so on. & then I giggle maniacally, because I'm sick & that's the way I roll.

"hold me like you'll never let me goooooo"

crap.

I should start packing today for it's my last day off until I leave. I also need to get my studio clean so it's nice when I get back & go buy laundry soap & catfood. So sneezy & snotty. Don't want to deal with the public.

whine.

see.

Babbling shall cease.

OOh, but ... they brought my FAVORITE game (next to Mrs. Pac-Man) back to EA games online. Poppa Zoppa, which I used to play for ever & ever & it's been gone for like four years now. But it's back ... with a dinosaur instead of aliens, but the premise is the same & I'm sort of mainlining it whenever I get the chance. I miss the old noises it made though. I still rock it's world & it ... yes, it ... rocks mine.

:blowing my speakers: Patsy Cline ~ She's Got You
:feeding my head: Paste ... it came, it came!
:rotting my brain: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

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