Miscellaneous memos

I was diagnosed with gastric flu yesterday and was told to give it a rest at home and not go to work and pass it to everyone else. (I did not know that its was contagious.)

Anyway, I shrugged out of my work clothes, fired up the aromatherapy oils, put on the Keane CD and hopped into bed. I had a good rest, but honestly still feel like shit.

I keep wondering when the bug would go away.

I promised Joe that I would take him to the Superman opening night, but I don’t think I have the strength to go. I keep wondering if the PR peeps would let him take my place, but I highly doubt it.

I hate wasting away from disease and the lethargy is getting to me. The worst thing is not being able to do anything about it because I can’t take my early morning jogs like I normally would. And my mom refuses to wake me up, which she usually does for me, to go for my jogs!

I really need to get my alarm clock fixed and a new mom. (Just kidding on the last bit.)

Ok, I am off to pop my pills and hopefully my strength returns so that I can go and watch the movie for a change.

I made the most amazing discovery in my mundane life, this morning.

The album Hot Fuss by the Killers actually makes good jogging music. I never felt more motivated to jog then when listening to the drum beat in the background.

Oh, and I nipped Newsweek from the newsroom today, because their main article was on the new jet set; how being wealthy equated to being well-travelled.

Don’t you just love how capitalism is mistaken for globalisation?