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Amazon has 740 cds (well most are cds) on sale for $2.99.

I am stuck between:
- Jeff Buckley 'Grace',
- The Very Best of Frankie Valli & The 4 Seasons,
- Best of Depeche Mode,
- and 100 Must-Have Opera Highlights.

Take that meta data collecting algorithms!

Woot.com is selling some books.. and a few of their collection books have just bad ass covers... so I decided to plead my case to woot to find out if there are posters of said covers and all I heard was a lone cricket chirping.

Being a bit on the proactive side I found the designers' blog/site and just wrote them a nice letter asking the question I know will be 'nope!'. Oh well. Gotta try. Now if they only had a Gatsby and a To Kill A Mockingbird cover I might just drive out to Cali and jack some proofs!

http://bookdesigners.com/projects/the-adventures-collection

About an hour ago it hit me - the warm, fuzzy, comfort of being tired. It's been what - four days? Five possibility - that I had a night sans mild to moderate insomnia. I might go take a jaunt around the building.. grab some fabled green stuff.

It was nice to see Cara again.. yes, Lawyer, she is back in town and doing fashion week. No she is not planning on tending a bar.. and yes she is staying in town. It's a secret.

Thank you Mr. Corticosteroid for keeping me up past when I should have passed out on only three hours of sleep... and making me a bit twitchy.. and generally happy... and a bit better multitasker..

I can't wait to be off this.

First round of new drugs in a few hours ago.. so far no adverse side effects.. no need for a giant adrenaline needle to the heart or an epipen to the sack.

I wake up at 3.15am to a swollen-ish tongue (my left hand side)... what.. the fuck. A bit of benadryl didn't help... yet.. maybe a time to visit Lakeside. Ugh.

After a super painful and fevered filled night it seems I have made it through... a little worse for the wear, but alive. I woke up to email work about my sick day... downed some 'tussin and crawled back into bed. About noon I surfaced and started plowing through symptoms and what not on webmd. Oh.. yeah.. so I am pretty sure it was strep and I started debating the usefulness of heading to the doctor's office.

A nice article from the mayo clinic pushed me over the edge of my... trepidations.. of heading into the medical-industrial complex. You know.. concerns about kidneys, Rheumatic fever, and scarlet fever all sort of made this a 'get this shit fixed'. I threw on my sandals and went off to the emergicare joint down the street. Greaaaaaat... I am breaking an fifteen-plus year streak of not being at a doctor's office.

The doc's office was an okay experience. The ladies were quite charming and made great conversation. Though it was a bit awkward when I explained I didn't have a primary physician and couldn't tell them the last time I was in the hospital/docs office. Oh, and when the blonde haired one came into confirm my strep she politely told me that "bitch'n" isn't a normal response.

With a 'script for penicillin I shuffled to the sad sad place that is 'walgreens'. Ugh.. it's like a zombie film if old people were the zombies. An annoying thirty minutes there I head home. Stellar.. the fucking medical community just latched on a grappling hook into my information, person, and future. Stupid strep.

In other fun news I found a new group for some low level techno beats: h.u.v.a. network.

Somewhere long this afternoon my body decided that all my warm gooey blood should be up in my head and cheeks... leaving my fingers/hands/arms/toes very cold. I battled through it (mildly painful when I swallow water, light headed, and ache-ish)... then it sort of subsided at home... so I flipped a coin to douse it with vodka. I am not sure if that was a wise choice.

Ugh.. I may have to ruin my sterling 'no days sick' policy tomorrow.