happy new year!

I woke up this morning and I seem to have lost my voice again. So I decided to "work" from home. I say work from home because I actually realized that being home from work means that I have to do all that crap I do at work, on my own time. That sucks. Making appointments, phone calls, running errands, looking for jobs, paying bills, e-mailing old friends, reading. All those things are much better done on company time. On my day off I just like to relax.

Unfortunately I fear I may be getting a little too used to calling in sick. Once you cross that line it is hard to go back. Especially with the New Year and a whole new batch of vacation days to waste. But when I lost my voice two weeks ago and I went to work I was even more useless than I normally am. So I am doing them a favor really. Anyway I am not quite sure why I lost my voice. Clearly I am having some problems with my fifth chakra. But besides that I think maybe it is a sign I talk too much. Or perhaps it is from the rousing game of Taboo we had on Sunday night? I just hope I am not dying. That would suck.

Daytime television isn’t what it used to be. There is nothing to watch, which sort of defeats the purpose of sitting on your ass all day. I am however doing my best to avoid turning on Unsolved Mysteries. That is literally the scariest show on television, and I love it. But it must be watched during the day with at least one other person in the house and the doors locked. I am still worried about what happened to that guy that high jacked a plane in the late 70’s. Plus I saw an episode 5 years ago about some guy who killed his wife and disappeared in a brown and tan striped conversion van and every time I see one it freaks me out. It is just that guys voice and the music, and the fact that these crazy people are out there somewhere, perhaps outside my apartment at this very moment. It scares the shit out of me.

New Year’s Eve went off without a hitch. It was sweet to see Dick Clark’s mumbling attempt to give us a New Year’s Rockin’ Eve. He did a fine job. We had a nice little Hors D'oeuvre party. And besides getting hit in the face with the cork from a champagne bottle I had a great time.One in a million shot really. I am usually super paranoid when things are getting uncorked but this time I guess I got a little too confident. I aimed the bottle away from my face and away from everyone else in the room (just like you are supposed to do). POP! The cork came flying out hit the wall on the other side of the room bounced back hit me smack on the nose. OUCH! What the fuck? It still hurts. I would say I learned my lesson but I am not sure what lesson that would be.