Oh, Happy Day

Things I am not so enamored with right now:

• Work deadlines that interfere with my vacation plans
  Dad: Is that work?
  Me: Yes.
  
  ten minutes later
  
  Mom: Are you working?
  Me: Yes.
  Mom: Doesn't look like vacation to me.
  Me: Doesn't feel like vacation either.


• Sinuses that feel like, given the right barometric pressure conditions, they might actually come shooting out of my face.


• Corollary: Grocery store that is out of the generic, non-methamphetamine producing version of Sudafed, leaving my choice as a consumer to (a) spend a lot of money on the brand name version or (b) go sign my name to a piece of paper pledging that, yes, really, I will consume these drugs in their current state and not accidentally set the kitchen on fire while trying to distill the Sudafed into its finer form.


• Other corollary: brain that cannot possibly hold onto a single thought for more than two seconds. Makes knocking out the work thing oh so easy.


• Random, smarmy man at O'Hare who was insulted when I told him he wasn't my perfect man. Dude, twenty minutes of conversation, did you honestly think I would reach a different conclusion?
  
• Chicago traffic, which dictates that we leave at 6:30 this morning to get there by 9/9:30. That light at the end of the tunnel had better be attached to a Starbucks, is all I'm sayin'.

Things I am genuinely happy about:

• Tan in a bottle. It works! Without making you look stupid!


• Going to Chicago to see King Tut. And Steve. But mostly a dead Egyptian guy and his stuff.


• The U.S. Senate, which once again earned its title as our more deliberative legislative body.


• Knowing I can sleep in tomorrow. Hurrah!