Mixed bag of stuff

Not sure when I caught this little bug, however its firmly entrenched in my throat, causing me to sound like I have had too many whiskeys and cigarettes

I had a migraine on Tuesday night, causing me to stay home from class, which really bugs me because I really get a lot out of class. I woke up Wednesday post migraine and with a sore throat. Yesterday was a no-go for work as I don’t even remember asking Mar to get my phone so that I could write a note saying I wasn’t well. She said I got up a few times and came into the living room…vaguely remember that
 
Wednesday night I went over to D’s house to notarize something for him. We sat and talked and laughed, it was really cool to just be able to do that. He was hilarious in that he prepared dinner, albeit for another night as he was making stew and it wouldn’t be ready for many hours, after I left of course. He whipped up some potato pancakes from scratch which were delish and we continued to talk after we ate.
 
I had no expectations of our getting together, and I really enjoyed our time together. I love listening to his stories and understanding him more. I tell you, he’s the gayest straight man I have ever met!
 
So I am slowly emerging from sleep and cold medicine and get the computer turned on and yahoo booted up when D sends me a note, apologizing for last night
 
Um, what? Doing a quick (well quick as I can while under the influence of meds) inventory of the previous night, I said, what are you apologizing for?
 
He went on to say, even though I was looking mighty cute in my business attire that he wasn’t in the groove (whatever that means) for a sleep over, etc. and that he wanted to apologize
 
Ok, that just bugs me on several levels
 
I said, no expectations AT all, just enjoyed your company and that’s all good, don’t worry about it. Oh and I am home today taking it easy
 
“Well in that case, what are you doing for lunch?” wink, wink
 
Yeah, no thanks
 
I did some errands yesterday and was firmly ensconced on the couch when the chef got home. We decided that pumpkin pie blizzards from Dairy Queen were in order. I had on my schedule to go to a talk at Stanford from a visiting monk…yeah, couldn’t imagine sitting in an auditorium listening to someone chatter on in Tibetan…that always makes me sleepy
 
We’re not talking about the horrible stuff going on in Chicago, because its October and that really is all I have to say about that
 
ASD asked me if I was feeling ‘better’ and I said ‘better’ is subjective, since I could probably still be home sleeping. She said, well if you don’t feel well, to which I replied, in all seriousness, Who would do the data entry if I am not here? 
 
She just rolled with it and said, I am sure they will survive without that, Katt
 
“Data entry is an integral part of the business here, ASD, can’t imagine the company doing well without me entering events into a database”
 
Then I walk out of the kitchen
 
<span style=”font-family: Comic Sans MS”>I blame the cold medicine, however in reality, that’s really how I feel about it all
 
Can I get a job offer soon, please? Anyone?