dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From the 'less is more' dept Tuesday night I needed heavy artillery to deal with a cluster-bomb of an allergy attack so I reluctantly swallowed an antihistamine tablet before bed. (I avoid taking drugs of all kinds because I seem to be overly sensitive to them. Most pills don't get taken before their expiry dates are up. Like the lowest-dose thyroid pills my doctor prescribed. I took one, hated the effect, and never took another one. I don't respond well to artificial stimulation of any kind.) I knew I'd be groggy the next morning but it was pretty obvious I'd forgotten just how groggy antihistamines make me. My head was like cement on the pillow Wednesday morning. Getting out of bed was a herculean task. I considered calling in sick but just couldn't justify it. I stumbled around preparing high octane organic coffee and organic oatmeal, then hopped into the shower for a long soak. These three items snapped me to life in 45 minutes. The day turned into a roaring success. I finished three reports, experienced magnificent hair without having to fuss, and my skin just glowed! I attributed all of this to the antihistamine pill and....took another one last night. Just, you know, to see if the glowy side effect was for real. WTF? This morning I was 100% cement with the added benefit of having assumed the soul and the appearance of Cruella. It was much much harder to get out of bed this morning. My eyes couldn't be pried open until mid-day. Somehow I managed navigating my way through work, blind. The under eye circles went all the way around and lasted all day. Along with puffy eye syndrome, my skin looked like it hadn't slept in a week, and lipstick - usually the sure fire mild flaw killer - only enhanced the harsh hag look. UGH. Man oh man, am I an idiot sometimes! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ speaking of cluster bombs, my period which wasn't due for another 13 days announced itself this morning whilst I was sitting naked on a brand new chair cushion eating oatmeal and perusing diaries. Oh yeah, up gets she and sees RED on the new fabric. (could it be a side effect of the antihistamine?) Thank God for AmazeTM (this miracle biodegradable enzyme product is available in Canada - it's in a box in the laundry section of most supermarkets. Soak in Amaze for a few hours and stains disappear. Completely. I swear by this stuff.) Still, CLUSTER BOMB! Damn monthly...changes its schedule every few months without warning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In other news, I'm prepared to forgive Svend Robinson for his lapse in judgement. I believe him when he says the stress in his life lead him to behave irrationally. What's more, he turned himself in; he didn't wait to see if he might get caught the way most of them do. (Corrupt politicians seem to be the standard these days.) His apology and explanation seem sincere. I feel sorry for the guy. This must be excruciating for him, a man whose entire life has been devoted to public office and social causes. In 25 years, Svend has never lost an election in his riding - an astonishing track record especially for a socialist-leaning candidate in an increasingly conservative environment. He's proven his devotion to his constituents and to certain causes. I believe he was Canada's first gay politician and he's fought for gay rights, human rights, and civil liberties. He's consistent and unwavering. Like all politicians he's a bit of a grandstander and opportunist, but he's not a weasle or a schmuck; he doesn't speak with the forked tongue of most of the jerks in the House who wouldn't deliver a straight answer if their life depended on it. I'd rather take my chances with a guy like Svend - whose greatest crime was shoplifting a stupid ring - than most of these politicians who are corrupt in more insidious ways (taking bribes, stealing tax money). It pains me that he's stepping down as a candidate. Perhaps this will change in the next couple of months. I think his constituents would forgive him for this and vote for him again. Am I wrong for being soft? We seem to forgive hockey players for aggravated assault and our creepy Premier for drunk driving... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ And finally, is anyone surprised that Bill won the Trump apprenticeship race? I never saw the show but just reading a bit about the candidates... That Ozmarilla (sp?) is a real sour-grapes beeotch though, holy cow. She should come up to Canada and become a politician for the Conservative Party. They're looking for more backstabbing Barbies. Or maybe she can apprentice under Condasleeza Rice (sociopath!). 9:45 p.m. - 2004-04-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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