Bad idea jeans

I am updating my site while I have a fever because I’ve run out of crappy magazines and trashy internet. This seems like not a bad idea, which probably means someone should take my computer away. I already embarrassed myself on a phone call earlier by making up the word “comfirable,” the feeling you get from being comfortably confident. I bet the people on the other end of that line are very eager to hire me to make up all kinds of new words for their company.

Yesterday evening on our way to Cringe, we were on the top deck of a double decker bus when I suddenly touched Nick’s knee and said, “Right. We need to get off this bus. Right now.” I somehow managed to stumble down the steps, out of the bus and onto a nice quiet corner of pavement at Elephant & Castle before throwing up into a plastic bag like a professional hobo. Then Nick bought me a toothbrush and toothpaste and bottle of water and I reapplied my lipstick and went on to host an entire night of Cringe, which was brilliant. (I’ve had that confirmed by several other people so I know that wasn’t the fever talking.) I even managed to make cheery small talk afterwards before Nick found us a cab and I shivered under a make-shift blanket of scarves the whole way home.

All night and day, I had twitchy fever dreams about Simon Pegg in Hot Fuzz and my friend Hattie and Charles Wallace Murray’s mitochondria. I kept waking up because apparently today was the day our neighbors hired a man to come and bang on all their walls to try and find Narnia.

Oh man, in the time I’ve spent Scotch-taping together this post from old Twitter updates (Pierce was right; Twitter kills writing. He’s wrong about the blog thing, though), I just made an important business decision via email. My temperature is currently 101.2, Tulsa’s home for soft rock and easy listening favorites, in the car, in the office, or at home. This is either going to be a horrible idea or my new thing.

I wish I had some NyQuil so I could make this post actually funny.

Does anyone feel like watching The Last Unicorn? Eh. Me neither.