2.17.99

    I'm home sick today. Not that this is much different from when I'm home working but I opted out of dog-walking. Last night I felt like I was losing my voice and I took up shop in the bathroom as I felt super-nauseous. I'm no longer nauseous but my throat is screaming. I'm trying every method I know to soothe it but not much seems to be working. When I woke up this morning my head felt about twice its normal size. I hate that fuzzy-headed feeling.

    I have to be better by this evening. I have to be able to talk because I'm teaching a beginning Photoshop class. I'm kind of excited about it because I'm glad that I'm at a point where I can teach people what I do. I'm not the best out there but for web graphics, I think I've got a handle on things. Don't you?

    So, what does a girl like myself do between sucking on Ricola and slurping up hot tea when she's sick? Look for a job, that's what. I hate looking at classifieds and online job listings. It is the most boring, tedious task one can ever take on. I'm sick of doing it. But, at the moment, it's all my brain can take. I'm also trying to update my portfolio. I don't know why that's taking so long but it is. I think because as soon as I'm done I'll have to upload it and then I have no excuse for not sending out resumes and getting my hopes up and setting myself up for rejection again and again and again... and again. How's that for a little self-psychology?

    Just now I turned on the news and there appears to be a duo car chase. As in, there's a split screen with a chase on the I-5 and a chase on the I-10. One car is apparently stolen by youths who escaped from a detention center. The other car and chase involves jewelry story robbers and automatic weapons.

    Los Angeles is so exciting.