Late night commercial editing sucks.  I was just watching a lovely ad for the new Julia Roberts Snow White vehicle, Mirror, Mirror, with the actual voiceover “If you like your Queens magical, your princes Charming, and your princesses Brave, you’re in for a-” then it cuts off and goes to a black screen with the words and voiceover “Do you know the warning signs of suicide?”  Um… yes, I do, actually.  Thanks for interrupting my fluffy film trailers.  Ugh.

This afternoon I watched a homeless man sitting on the ground next to a garbage can with a discman in one hand.  For about three minutes, I watched him either try to stand up… or do the slowest, laziest breakdancing ever performed.  I wanted to get closer to discover for myself but I was waiting for a bus and would’ve had to cross two intersections to get to him.  Several people passed him as he did… whatever it was he was doing, and finally one person stopped to help him up.  It was an even more awkward dance than his slow-motion floorwork, and it was evident how much he really didn’t want to let go of that discman.  Finally, after a few failed attempts of the passerby trying to help him up, he scooted over to a nearby trash can and used its stability to pull himself off the ground.  My bus came shortly afterward, and after I climbed on I looked back at his spot but he was gone.  I don’t know what adventure he was off to investigate next.

I, however, found myself hurtling towards my next adventure: the glorious Return to Urgent Care.  I have been struggling with a sore throat since Saturday and a co-worker convinced me that it could be Strep Throat.  Thank you, WebMD!  You have made us all safer, saner, healthier, more well-informed citizens once again.  Certainly not paranoid hypochondriacs teetering on the dental floss of hysteria.  No, of course not!

Long story short, I don’t have strep throat.  I do have a prescription for Codeine syrup, though.  The physician asked me “Can you have Codeine?”  I responded, “I don’t have an addictive personality, if that’s what you mean.”  She kind of laughed, and walked out of the room.  By room, of course, I mean semi-private examination area with gray curtains for walls.  Oh, I can picture her mustache now…

Anyway, I’ve got a clean bill of health.  Yay!  And very little to say, it seems.

The past few weeks have been very busy and exhausting.  I went to Panama City Beach for work for a few days, got incredibly ill, played a few shows with the band, got our CD reviewed in the San Diego City Beat, attended a writers’ meeting for the stage show my new script is being featured in, and bought tickets for our trip to Texas at the end of April.  So… now… I’m just kind of… trying not to fall asleep standing up.  I’m saving my money, trying to focus on work (again), and drink enough Codeine that I won’t die.

My charitable donation for March has been made to WeCanBeHeroes.org.