Don’t you just hate when you look at the clock and its already 5:30pm and you realize you’ve forgotten to update your goddamn daily blog?

No?

That doesn’t happen to you?

Cheese stands alone I guess.

The last 36 hours have not been great for me.

You see, it all started when I decided I was going to cook myself a nice dinner.

this is going to be a post where I complain and no I don’t care if you don’t like it. come back tomorrow oh ye googlers of these charming search terms:

 

Anyway. I made a baked potato as part of my dinner. Of course it came out a little undercooked, as it usually does because I can somehow never learn this lesson. I attempted to salvage it in the microwave and was successful enough in that I felt it was edible.

Then I went to get the sour cream I had purchased at Whole Foods the night before from the refrigerator. I opened the lid and was surprised to see that it was opened, and someone had very clearly taken a spoon and taken a dollop of the sour cream already.

I thought to myself that this was strange, as I had bought the sour cream in the past 24 hours. But SR and I pretty much share any condiment type things and so I figured that maybe had used some, after I had gone to bed?

I took a spoon and put a little sour cream on the potato but something just wasn’t sitting right with me.

“Hey, did you open the sour cream?” I asked SR who was standing next to me reheating Cinnasticks in the oven.

“Nope, why?” he said, nonchalantly.

AND THEN I BUGGED OUT AND SCRAPED IT ALL OFF THE POTATO AND CURSED EVERYTHING THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY AND ALL THE OVERPRICED SHIT AT WHOLE FOODS.

I mean, seriously.

Who does that?! Who takes just one spoonful from a container of sour cream at the grocery store?

And also, what does one even do about this?

Of course I have no idea where the sour cream receipt is now and what I would even say when I got to the service desk.

“Hey! I know it looks like I opened and used this sour cream but someone else did it first before I purchased it.  Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking, “what sort of psychopath would do that?” and I really don’t have an answer for you but you’re going to have to give me the benefit of the doubt and refund my money.”

So, now I have a small container of previously used sour cream in my fridge.

 

 

 

The other crappy thing is that I woke up this morning with a full blown sinus infection. For what is possibly the 9th time this year. When you start to lose track of your sinus infections is probably when you know you have a problem.

On the bright side this is my first sinus infection of 2013!

In high school I started getting at least one sinus infection a year. I used to be prescribed anti-biotics for them but there was two problems with this:

1. anti-biotics don’t actually do very much for sinus infections in the first place

2. I took so many anti-biotics that my body built up a tolerance to them.

Yep. I got cut off. No more of the good stuff for me. There was no point I guess. But I swear, and maybe it was the placebo effect, but they made me feel better. Or at least they made me feel better faster. Since then every time this happens (ie once every couple months, sometimes more during cold and flu season) I wake up with a pounding headache, a fever, a mouth that feels like it’s been stuffed full of cotton and a nose so congested it feels like someone created a scotch tape made of  green mucous JUST FOR ME and sealed up my nostrils whilst I dreamt dreams of being a healthy individual. Somewhere my dad just muttered under his breath that if I stopped eating crap and followed the four agreements I wouldn’t get sinus infections. 

These symptoms typically persist for a couple of days, while I take Aleve-D and whimper and just take more showers and then eventually I feel better and everything is fine until 6 to 8 weeks later when I get another cold or something irritates my allergies and my sinuses decide to throw a party and invite all their germy, disgusting, friends.

But today I happened to have an important interview, so I couldn’t really convalesce the way I wanted to. Instead I got up, and took a shower and spent 25 minutes blowing my nose. I wish I were exaggerating but I am not. Thankfully the adrenaline I had surrounding the interview was enough to get me through the 50 minutes without so much as a cough or a sniffle. The second I got home and took off my heels and interview pants though? Well it was basically game over.

I feel so lousy that even my teeth hurt.

Better post tomorrow, that is if I don’t drown in a Kleenex tomb of my own making before then.