So, this is what the past four days of my life has looked like. Tissues, cold medicine, supplements, Tylenol, gallons of water, cough drops, my remote control and my Zune have been my life support since Sunday night.

I zipped through the weekend at work. I even had a freakishly high level of energy going despite working the 5 am shift of doom, which should have been my first clue that something was wrong. By Sunday night my throat was starting to tickle a bit. I downed an Airborne, went to bed, and woke up with a full on burn in my throat. I promptly canceled my dinner plans, and by Monday night was in full on fever, runny nose, sore throat, passed out on the couch, oh my God shoot me now I'm never going to recover from this sick.

By five am Tuesday morning I was on the phone with someone at work sniffling and coughing and saying that I would not be coming in. (His advice? Drink lots of beer and smoke lots of weed. Thanks, Brian!) I rarely call out of work. In fact, the last time I missed work was when they sent me home when I had strep and was running an insaneo fever that had me dangerously close to passing out. (When HR doesn't think you're okay to drive, it's really time to pack it in.)

So, since then I've been in my bed watching Buffy on dvd (I think I've logged something like 13 episodes in the past few days), listening to lots of music, took a lot of cold showers, and survived on nothing but drugs and popsicles. (Seriously, the number 1 sign that I'm really sick is my intense need for popsicles. I've been through a box and a half, and I will not under any circumstances eat them any other time.)

Today is the first day I've actually been up and mobile, although only for few hours at a time, then I'm back to bed. Despite all this, I'm taking my ass back to work tomorrow night. The fever is finally gone (I hope.), I can taste things again (sorta), my chest still feels heavy, I can't stop coughing and I still kind of feel like I got hit by a car, but its alright. The other sign that I know I'm starting to feel better is that I have this intense need to scrub my room from top to bottom. Wash the sheets, vacuum the floor, disinfect everything I've laid my hands on in the past few days.

All in all, I think I'm gonna live!

sometimes i'm like a 12 year old.

First and foremost, I swear that the Matt Nathanson blogstravaganza is coming. Probably this weekend once this crazy week at work is over. In the meantime, I got bored, so I took some pictures around my room. I want to note my cat Brooklyn's interest in this whole project. As I contorted myself to take pictures of my dvd shelf, she felt it too stressful and stretched out for a nap in the sun just in front of my shelf, not moving no matter how many times flashes went off in her face, or how many times I gently nudged her out of the way. Errr, also note my gang of stuffed animals. The Target dogs are self explanatory and the Care Bears are gifts. Swear to God.



The inspiration for this entire thing is that fact that whenever I have a boy in my bedroom (I promise this isn't going to get dirty), they always glance at my dvd shelf almost sympathetically and start to search for something that might redeem the entire situation. "I have a lot of bad, girly movies." I warn. And oh, they're always so diplomatic. "No! Uh...there are some guy movies in here." There aren't, really. The Fast and the Furious flicks, a multi disk documentary on the mafia, and 300 are all I've got in the way of dude movies, I'm aware. So I thought I'd post photographic evidence so you can have the same experience that any man who walks into my room gets to live.

Onward, children:




My dvd collection cracks me up, and I own it. Its a funny thing because I don't really buy dvds that often, but when I do, I'm super excited about it. As a result, my dvd collection is incredibly random and impressively girly. All of the great chick flicks are in here. The Notebook, The Devil Wears Prada, Mean Girls, A Walk To Remember, Center Stage, Moulin Rouge, they're all there and all watched often.

There are also the embarrassing ones. I own Glitter, Crossroads, On The Line, etc. If you are a pop star and you were in a terrible movie, chances are I bought the dvd. I'm not exactly proud of it, but what can I say? I love terrible movies. I could charge admission to terrible movie marathons in my bedroom.....that's actually a great idea.

To continue the pop star theme, if you're a pop star who has ever put out a concert dvd, I probably bought that too. You've got your Justin Timberlake, your NSYNC, Mariah, Christina, Britney, Mayer, and a hilarious documentary called Riding In Vans With Boys that chronicles the tour of a band called Kut U Up that once opened for Blink 182. I bought this dvd as a gift for my bff during her blink 182 fan days and laughed so hard watching it that I needed a copy for myself. Loved it.

I think that by looking at the pictures, its fairly plain to see that the real root of my dvd situation is the fact that I buy way too many damn box sets. Buffy and Angel were a given. Those shows defined my adolescent years (not because I was a vampire or a vampire slayer, but because of all the hilarity and dramatics.) Entourage (best show on cable), Grey's Anatomy, Aquateen Hungerforce, Girls Next Door, The Hills, Laguna Beach (Ste-PHEN!!!), and Gilmore Girls, which was how my mother and I bonded every Tuesday night while I was in high school. Dawson's Creek is going to be my next undertaking and really, who knows what from there. The sad thing is, several of these box sets have never even been watched. Several hundred dollars in dvds just sitting there collecting dust!

Oh but another fun feature is the top shelf up there. See the multiple tiaras? We have coworkers to thank for those, who started referring to me as princess early on, and now 4 years later when I'm at work I sometimes forget that I have a name. The princess pig piggybank is another coworker gift. That little smidgen of red white and blue amidst just some of my billions of vanilla candles is a snow globe that belongs to my mother. It has AMERICA spelled out in little letters in it. I have it because my best friend was looking at it one day and goes "Why does your mom have a snow globe that says Africa in red white and blue in it?" I upon closer inspection, it really does look like it says Africa. I had to steal it, and I've had it ever since.

Again, lets all pray I get to the Nathanson blog this weekend. It'll be a hell of a lot more entertaining than this, I swear.