Well isn't today lovely.

I woke up today with the same plugged sinuses I had when I went to bed last night. The first thing that gave it away was the ever-pleasant sensation in my mouth that it had just been prepped for taxidermy thanks to six-ish hours of the kind of mouth-breathing that, were I awake and not the one doing it, I would make wild disdainful sport of, anthropo-socially, along with Darwinian slurs about practicing walking without dragging knuckles on the ground and such.

But no, it was me, and I couldn't breathe through my nose. Worse, there was some kind of complex pressure system playing out in my sinuses and eardrums and whatever the hell else that was maddening to affect in any way through combinations of snorts, blows, sucks, squeezes and groans, all of which were impossible without immediately and inconsolably desiring to drill a hole through my face.

So I got up. I had to shower. A hot one. Anything to melt my head open again, which of course it didn't. It's amazing how convincing a steady stream of snot running like the Ganges down your flavor-savor can be of meaningful sinusoidal change while showering. It wasn't.

When I get to work, I call my bad domain registrar whom I used to love to inquire as to why several of my domains aren't forwarding email to me. Turns out, my debit card declined a few months ago for $5.99 (yes, six bucks), and rather than re-run it the next day or a few days later, they sent a few emails I couldn't receive and then sent it to third-party collection with a $20 fee! And on top of that, the collector wanted another $5 for the privilege of paying over the phone instead of sending in a check and waiting! HOW ABOUT THAT?! Okay kiddies, 1&1 Internet is not the only $6/year private-reg domain service around. I don't know why GoDaddy wins awards with their Playskool My First Web Site Craptacular, but please nobody bother recommending them to me. Been there, done that, shaken my fist.

So I've decided to invoice them for my time and expenses as an Accounts Receivable consultant. I'll keep you updated as is progresses, but we can only hope they have the good sense to keep their name clean and not let my invoice go into collection. Meanwhile, I've got about fifty domains and a popular referral opinion to change...

So then, on my lunch break I see a friend who informs me that a mutual friend of ours died, one whom he barely knew but I know from High School and about every 4-6 months ever since of random encounters on the street or at parties. I never got to see his band play (nor did I know he got to play at the world-famous CBGB's), but I went to school with not only him but two of his three sisters, one of whom stabbed me with a pen during a structured political debate in class, another of whom told me repeatedly one night while rehearsing for a play, on no uncertain terms, that I "have no rhythm", and another I met completely elsewhere who turned out to be the older sister of the other two and typically the warmest and friendliest of the bunch, aside from their little brother we used to call Boo.

I never saw this movie because it creeped me out that I knew a kid with the same name. Now it creeps me out even more. Sorry Brad, it might never happen now, buddy. But now I guess we're even on the "never gonna happens" now, aren't we Angie baby?

If you don't get the title yet, you haven't read the right link. Skimmer. >:O

Yes, I'm feeling THAT dark today. Woop.

Tomorrow, somewhere, somehow, for some amount of time, I protest. Probably too much, but I doth nonetheless. Cuz we've all been $TITLE. Some of us more literally than others.