I've been listening to a lot of Jonathan Coulton lately, due to the whole "Glee" debacle. [Jonathan Coulton is an independent singer-songwriter with a quirky, nerdy sense of humor. In my mind, his music falls in the same general category as The Might Be Giants and Jonathan Richman.] I was already a fan of his work, but learning how he was totally screwed over by a major corporation revitalized my interest in him & got me on his website, buying a bunch more songs than I already had. So I've been listening to his tunes about Red Shirts, the melancholy life of Bozo the Clown, eminently reasonable zombies, and George W. Bush's many repeated uses of the word "duty" (among other songs). They're cracking me up.
I've always loved "Baby Got Back," anyway, and I always thought it was very funny, but I'm not a fan of rap, so Coulton's stunningly inspired banjo-filled, folksy 1970s-style, John Denver-esque reinvisioning of the song is much funnier. Jonathan Coulton rocks! FOX sucks!
The last couple days, I was feeling really healthy and energetic, and the weather was beautiful and sunny, so I was walking all over the place, running errands and going to appointments and such, and now today I've been coughing terribly. Curses! I'd pretty much decided that the bronchitis was going away much more quickly this time, and so I could get back to my life right away, but it looks like that is not the case. Very annoying.
I had just finished an art project (a self-portrait in text) at CWC, right before I got sick again, and I had another project in progress (decoupaging a box), so I'm feeling annoyed that I'm temporarily banished from the world of art. I want to see that self-portrait again & see what I think of it after getting a bit of distance! I want to continue work on the decoupage! I want to hang out with my friends! Instead, I hang out at home and cough. Much less fun.
My therapist and I have been working on my issues with anxiety, and I'm feeling very pleased with the work we've done so far. I'm going to try to track a lot of my signs and symptoms, so that maybe I can notice the problem before I find myself unexpectedly sobbing on the street. That would be good. The stuff I'm going to be watching for includes upset stomach, irritability, problems with concentration/memory, headaches, and physical tension. All these things happen, but I tend to ignore them. Ignoring doesn't seem to be an effective way of dealing.
A couple nights ago, Shannon and I were sitting downstairs -- reading, playing games, writing, whatever -- when we heard a strange scrabbling sound coming from the fireplace. It turned out that Lucy had sneakily found her way past the screen intended to keep cats out, and had tromped through the plentiful ashes, and was actually climbing the bricks up into the chimney. WTF? This cat is completely insane! Why in the world would she want to climb up into the absolute darkness of the chimney? Why would she want to climb bricks? Perhaps she just wanted to give us a funny story to tell for the rest of our lives. Sheesh!
And lastly: 10 days until Girl Scout Cookies go on sale! Woo hoo!