it's been one week...
Okay, so it hasn't been one week, but I love that song, and since I wrote last time about a bad song, I thought I would start this time with a good one!

Moving on... I have lots to update on.

First things first, my friend John just asked me if a throng was a group of people, not to be confused with a thong, which can quickly divide a group of people, or at least one person if you're not careful when you bend over. In case you are wondering, John is right. A throng is a group of people, or a multitude of assembled persons, according to Merriam-Webster.

Moving on, I'd like to give a shout out to my boys Sal and Gary at the sleep lab for Good Sam hospital in Lebanon, PA.

I had a sleep study done Thursday night - and finally recovered by about Saturday afternoon. The test itself wasn't so bad... They hooked all these electrodes and stuff up to me so that by the time they finished, I looked like the love child of Frakenstein and the Bride of Frankenstein (who, heretofore had no name but will now be known as Kippy). So, looking like Frank and Kippy's beloved daughter, I emerged from the bathroom and told the boys it was no wonder I didn't have a boyfriend. Sal offered to take a picture, but sorry folks, I turned him down.

After the boys and I talked politics (go Kerry!) I headed off to bed with Ping and my pillow. We decided to hold off on the happy pills for a while to see if I would fall asleep naturally... Well, it's hard enough for me to fall asleep normally but with all these wires on your head and body it was kind of hard. For some reason, the cameras didn't bother me, take that as you will (did you know that there's a petition out there for Kirsten Dunst and Jake Gyllenhaal to make a sex tape? what HAS this world come to?). After a couple of hours (I think, there are NO clocks in the room) Gary came in and took pity on me and let me take my sleepy pills. I felt like I had just fallen asleep when he came back in at 5:45 and woke me up. That was the least fun of the whole thing.

After Gary took all the electrodes off and got most of the goopy stuff out of my hair (thanks for that!) I talked to Sal who said I had sleep apnea. Greeeeaaaat. One more thing to add to the list. I was not very happy to hear this, although it does explain why I'm tired all of the time. I made an appointment to come back for another study, this time with one of those CPAP machines which make you look like a leper and sound like Darth Vader. Should be fun!

I went home and slept, went to a dress fitting, and slept some more. Five hours of sleep does not really agree with me. By Friday night I was feeling much better and even went to Fenicci's where I got to talk to Ray, the guy who sells me beer, and my friend Patty, who works there. Patty's reaction to my medical news has been the typical reponse: "That's great!" Oooookay... Great for you, maybe, but you're not the one with the tendency to almost stop breathing all night long.

I know they mean well, they're just happy that I have a name for my problem, and it's a fixable problem, even if the fix will make me look like something from Night of the Living Dead. I'm happy there's a fix for my problem, I just wish it wasn't so... bulky.

Anyway, reading people, I should get some work done today. I'm off the rest of the week, so don't expect any posts. Sorry for the inconvenience (I know how much reading about my piddly little life is such a great part of yours) but ARICA IS COMING!!!!! And that's all that really matters. :) Oh, that and voting for John Kerry. It's your civic duty.

Kerry/Edwards 2004!!


Quote of the Blog
"So come together and stand up for a great purpose ? to make America stronger at home and respected in the world. We?re a country of the future; we?re a country of optimists. We?re the can-do people. And we just need to believe in ourselves.

The poet Langston Hughes put it in this way: ?Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be.? ? for those ?whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain must bring back our mighty dream again.?

In 2004, with your help... with John Edwards by my side... we will bring back our mighty dream again."

~John Kerry

Songs that Suck
Could somebody please tell me what a milkshake is? (Aside from the yummy ice cream variety, of course.) I am referring to that awful song by some girl who can't really sing or rap so she attempts to do a version of both to a catchy techno beat.

"My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and they're like 'it's better than yours,' damn right it's better than yours, I could teach you, but I'd have to charge."

What does this mean? Does it mean that the singer is like Parker Posey's character in Waiting for Guffman? ("I always have a job at the DQ.") Does she work at an ice cream joint like Dairy Queen and she's singing about offering her services to children in the school yard?

Or is it a euphemism for something sexual, like her butt? I can get the shake part, but not really the milk part... Is it a race thing? Or does it just mean that her rear end is high in calcium?

What makes her milkshake better than mine? I mean, how can she tell when I don't even know what a milkshake is? Maybe it refers to her clothes or her hair or her IQ, in which case, I'm fairly certain mine is better than hers.

The real problem with this song is that it gets stuck in your head SO easily and stays there for SO long you want to jump out a window - and hope you land on your milkshake.


Quote of the Blog
"Like sands through the hourglass so our the days of our lives in the hospital." ~ Arica Marfoglia

I will call him... Mini Me
Everyone be sure to check out my website!!

https://www.angelfire.com/home/lalilo

I've added a VERY important banner to the top of the main page.

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My interview was cancelled for this morning, so now I'm going tomorrow morning. I'm a little nervous, but not for the interview... I'm worried I won't be able to get out of bed! I've been having this problem lately with waking up... I already have a huge problem with sleeping, so much so that I'm getting a sleep study done this fall (in case you're wondering, yes, I can take my sleepy drugs if I need to; yes, I can bring Ping along; and yes, I can bring my happy pillow). My problem with waking up is that I can't seem to do it. I set my alarm, it goes off, half an hour, 45 minutes later, I get my rear out of bed. At the rate I'm going, I'll have to set my alarm for 5:30 in order to leave my house by 8:30!

Or maybe I just need to stop reading STFBE fan fics and TWW fan fics and go to bed at a decent time. Eh, who knows?

It's Pit Smat's (also known as Pat Smit) last day at Capitol today. He's moving to Oregon. For most, this would seem like a downward move. For a Capitol employee, it's way up. Good luck, Smitty!

And don't ask about the title.. it was just the first thing that popped into my head.


Quote of the Blog
"You need a tenderoni." ~ Sheila Taylor

Two days in a row... a miracle!
I'm going to an interview tomorrow and I have to take writing samples. Fiction and non-fiction. The problem is just about all of my fiction is FAN fiction. I'm going to an electronics company and I'm going to take them my story where Sydney and Vaughn admit they're in love... or Mac and Harm admit they're in love... or Jack and Sue admit they're in love... Anyone see a trend here? How do you take romantic fluff to a couple of engineering guys? Seriously wishing new STFBE story was finished. At least that's not ALL romantic fluff.

Realized by looking at the non-fiction non-technical stuff that I've written, I'm a total freak. But we knew this.

Sigh... Probably more to come later. I keep having mental lapses about what I want to write. This does not bode well for the future.


Quote of the Blog
Tara: Mohammad doesn?t look that big for a guy that works out all the time. Jack, what do you think a guy like that bench presses?
Jack: I don?t know, maybe around?
Sue: 300 pounds. I?ve seen him do it once. It was pretty impressive.
Jack: The guy bench pressed for you?
~ Sue Thomas F.B.Eye :: Rocket Man

Two entries in four days! Go me!
So I've been thinking about this whole blog thing. We talked about it in my memoir class and it's pretty much like posting your diary or journal online. So tell me, is this really interesting to anyone who's reading it?

That put aside, I will valiantly continue to blog and I will try to make it as interesting as possible, which means I will try to make it as funny as possible.

Today I called a guy about a job interview. He called me last week and left a message asking me to call. I got very excited! I've been applying for jobs now, oh, for about a YEAR and have had no luck. FINALLY I get a call back. I call the guy today and what does he tell me? He found out Friday they can't hire right now. GREAT! FREAKING COMMUNISTS!

I've now reached the point of total desperation. I'm actually considering a job in tech writing. If you're wondering if it's the end of the world, you're probably right.

9 days until Arica comes!!!

Today's quotes are a tribute to the GH of years past... oh how I miss you!


Quote of the Blog
Alexis: My Uncles tried to freeze the world. Top that.

Monica: You know, I used to want to hurt you. I don?t anymore. I guess that?s progress.
Alan: I used to want to kill you. I don?t anymore. I guess I?m mellowing.
Monica: No, not that much.
Alan: I haven?t tried to kill you in 15 years. That?s cause for celebration. Would you like some champagne?

Luke: If you need a lift, to Fantasy Island, Ms. Davis... I'd be happy to row you over.
Alexis: I wouldn't get on the same ocean liner as you, let alone a boat across the lake.
Luke: Hmmm...Don't trust yourself?
Alexis: That's certainly part of it. One on one, no one to stop me. It would be all I could do to keep from beating you with an oar.

And for Arica...
Bobbie: Exactly how do you blow up a microwave?
Luke: Well, you start by forgetting where you left the can of cooking spray. Oh, you can laugh. My life is in shambles because of this place. I?m old before my time and you can laugh.