NyQuil and the Gilmore Girls: Make it Work

Right after I purchased a million dollars worth of Mrs. Meyer's Clean Day's amazing cleaning products and was armed with my new pink Playtex cleaning gloves (with L'Occitane rose hand cream on underneath for moisturizing multitasking) I came down with a wicked cold. I mean I bought the stuff at noon and by 3:30 p.m. I was on the couch moaning.

I cleaned the kitchen, the hall bath, had wiped down most of the surfaces in the living room and even had scrubbed (er ... chipped) off the layers of coffee in rings on my desk. The house smelled divinely of basilly Mrs. Meyer's goodness. And then WALLOP! Huge horrible sinus-infection feeling swollen head, uncontrollable sneezing, and just exhaustion. At first I thought it was the Mrs. Meyer's (that stuff is POTENTLY fragranced) that was attacking me.

By Monday morning I couldn't get out of bed. Even NyQuil wasn't making much of a dent in my symptoms.

I blame Jeffrey. Obviously he brought the germ from law school. They may be smart, but I don't think that group washes their hands. (I have proof: when I was at the school last week for trivia night a girl I encountered in the bathroom RINSED her FINGERTIPS under the water for a second and ran out. Um. No. That is not scrubbing in. Dirty law students!)

So what do you do when you are home sick while everyone goes to work and you don't have cable? I watched the Gilmore Girls (Seasons 3 and 4) and read Tim Gun's book on style.

So now I'm talking really fast ala Lorelai and seriously considering throwing out half of my closet because it doesn't fit the tenets of style, taste, and quality (and fit).

However, I was home in time to snag my Old Navy purchases from the UPS guy. My $10 T-shirt is fantastic!

The End of the World

Watching Werner Herzog's documentary, "Encounters at the End of the World."

Not a movie about "fluffy penguins," Werner esplores the characters that have chosen to live, work, and study in the South Pole.

Breathtakingly beautiful, the film has the underlying theme that we (as well as a few disoriented penguins) are on a futile journey to learn about the Earth fully until the Earth "regulates" us into nonexistence.

It's pretty awesome. It's very Herzogian. It's very cold looking. It makes you worried about global warming.

And I don't understand why the one woman's bar show at the base camp is to put herself in a duffel bag and scoot around the stage.

Such is life in a Herzog documentary I guess.