Things that make Mandi ignore her cough more easily

Ugh. The cough has moved up. Now I'm getting the congestion, post-nasal drip and look like Rudolph. I keep telling myself that it's progressing, that this means I am going to get over it, but damn, when it was down in my chest and not generating so much phlegm I didn't cough this much.

Fortunately, I have an array of distractions:

• My big black fuzzy bear slippers


• Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of tea


• Longer-than-should-be-allowed-but-it's-okay-because-I'm-sick-dammit hot showers


• My new DVD recorder


• The tape of "Cat and the Canary" that just came in the mail yesterday (I didn't check the box til today). Thank you, Perri! *virtually hugs neonhummingbird*


• violetbloom and cleolinda and jonathlee for making me smile.

And speaking of hot showers, I think I have just enough time to use up an exorbitant amount of hot water before the Oscars start... later, all..

(P.S. Barring a freaking miracle, I'm calling in sick tomorrow. I go in like this, I'm sure my team lead will take one look at me and order me to get my ass home and in bed.)

I wasn't going to make any Oscar commentary, but...

Okay, I think Hilary Swank did that on PURPOSE.

I can just imagine Gil Cates having an aneurysm in the wings.

What the hell. I've been up for the whole thing, so another ramble.

*blink* Charlie Kaufman won?

....Cool! I seriously did not expect that.

(Yes, I liked Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I have a soft spot for films that play with memory and time and do it so poignantly. Despite Elijah Wood being uber-creepy throughout the film.)

And *snerk* at his watching the speech countdown and insisting he wanted to get off the stage very quickly. I figured they had something like that. :)

*back to the TV*

OMG, Jamie Foxx won? *gasp*

Yeah, okay, dying of non-surprise here. But he deserves it. I think at this point Gil Cates is trying to bum the pocket flask off someone in the wings so he can get smashed, because we are NOT going to be done in the next five minutes.

Wha?

Million Dollar Baby won?

I'm not having a fever-induced hallucination?

I am REALLY glad I didn't go in on any Oscar pools this year.

Bed. NOW.

*stops recorder and goes to grab cough syrup*