It’s a nothing Saturday. Not doing much of anything. Watching Chappelle Show DVDs. Very funny mostly, and what’s not is just a button away on the remote. It’s bitter cold and windy outside so there’s no need to go out. And since I’m not 100% better yet, it’s a good idea to stay in and do nothing, just rest. Okay, I did laundry too and in that sense it’s just another friggin’ Saturday. Just keepin it real. Catching up on a lot of reading as well but I am also climbing the wall. I’m also not looking forward to work on Monday since my faux pas with the voice mail.

But enough about that. I’ll deal with that if it happens. Let’s shuffle the iPod. I once again tried to download the latest version of iTunes but nothing came of it. It just kept telling me that I need to have QuickTime while I sat there looking at a QuickTime window. After a few times of that I couldn’t be bothered anymore. I still had the older version of iTunes so I will have to make do with that. Ho fucking hum. I can be happy with that. I didn’t lose anything like I had in the past.

And now, the shuffle.

Wholly Holy- Marvin Gaye
Great song from What’s Going On, but oddly enough, or perhaps so oddly enough, I actually prefer Aretha Franklin’s live version on some of her Greatest Hits and also on the Amazing Grace CD. But that’s just me, and this blog is me so there you go.

Why Can’t He Be You- Patsy Cline
A tune from her Greatest Hits. For some reason, most everyone loves Patsy Cline. I first got into her when my parents were away and I rented Coal Miner’s Daughter starring Sissy Spacek as Loretta Lynn and Beverly De Angelo as Patsy Cline who helped Loretta out before Patsy’s final plane ride. And there was always a Patsy Cline song on the jukebox at McSwells.

Apocalypso- Mew
Danish rock and roll. Julio and Stine went to see them early last summer. I was invited but declined since at that time I usually went home to lick my wounds after work. Julio burned the cd for me. It’s good. A Danish take on Brit Pop with an early eighties Manchester vibe.

#1 Hit Song- Minutemen
One of the best bands I ever saw at McSwells. Rocking and funky and definitely underground. The records are great but nothing could top the grooves of the live show. We Jam Econo is a great DVD of Minutemen and I highly recommend it.

Caballo Viejo- Ry Cooder and Manuel Galaban
The last of the Buena Vista Social Club cd’s I purchased, featuring a great guitarist as well as Ry Cooder. But it didn’t grab me as much as the previous collections I had purchased. I play rarely, yet more than Don Ruben Gonzalez. I believe Manuel Galaban, Orlando Cachaito Lopez and Eliades Ochoa are the only ones still vertical.

You’ll Lose a Good Thing- Barbara Lynn
From the excellent movie soundtrack for the original movie, Hairspray by John Waters. Really great songs I had never heard before. I once worked at People Magazine and came across his agent’s info so I took upon myself to send a suggestion in about how it might be cheap to put the show on Broadway and have the actors sing the songs from the movie, much like what was being done with Saturday Night Fever. They didn’t listen and now they have a hit show on Broadway, winning Tony awards and soon to star John Travolta in the role originated by Divine on screen and Harvey Fierstein on Broadway.

Well it’s certainly been one of the more interesting 24 hours than usual. Of course, things being what they are, it actually started on Wednesday evening. Bill and I watched ‘Looking for Comedy in the Muslim World’ by Albert Brooks. It’s definitely sub par for Albert. Rather weak and insipid. Bill and I ate some Godiva chocolates as we watched and noticed how painful it actually was to watch. We recovered enough as we watched the Daily Show and the Colbert Report and soon after I fell into the arms of Morpheus (or whichever god of sleep you prefer) and slept rather peacefully.

Woke up the next morning with a feeling of ‘oh how I don’t want to go to work’ but it’s a feeling I get most days. I rallied and took a shower, had some coffee and my vitamins as I checked some email. Didn’t have anything to eat since I ran out of cereal. As I sat in front on the computer I felt a need to immediately rush to the bathroom. Took care of what I needed to do and from there things got worse. Oh I was sick. There I was dressed for work crouched over the toilet spewing forth like I hadn’t in years. And I hadn’t in years.

But still I had this ‘work ethic’ and I still made it in. I don’t remember much of the bus ride at all. I had to stop past Bill’s office to pick up something and when he saw me said I looked like hell, or rather flustered. I took note of that and got to my office down the block where I felt worse. I explained my appearance and felt then and there that maybe I should’ve stayed home. I made some coffee then sat at my desk. As I started to read my office emails I just started feeling dizzy.

I told president Naomi that I needed to go home right at that moment. She offered me a car service, but I declined. I walked over to the bus terminal and got on the bus. As the bus started going down Washington Street it picked up more and more passengers headed to the Path train. The exact opposite of how it is going into Manhattan. I thought it was odd, but then again I was ill. I got off the bus and bought some water and some juice and some ginger ale.

Two hours after I left the apartment I was back in the apartment. I hung up the clothes I was wearing and went back to sleep for about 6 hours. Woke up, walked around a bit, running to the bathroom several times. I had a fever of 101.5. Drank lots of water and orange juice, changed t-shirts a number of times and slept deeply. I had the TV on for company since Bill was at his parents. At various times as I walked to the bathroom I saw parts of the musical version of Scrubs and the Tonight Show featuring so really abrasive female comic in a black and white checked dress. Oh my she sounded horrible.

About 24 hours later, I feel a whole lot better. Temperature is normal. My bones are a bit achy. I called up and left a voice mail for president Naomi. She didn’t make it in so she never got the voicemail. I got a phone call from Wally who was wondering how I was doing. Apparently since president Naomi didn’t make it in she didn’t forward my message. It was the latest in a series of odd events in the past 24 hours.