bored and sick

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Very bored. I woke up sick and nauseous. I went to work. It got worse. I came home and, well after several bouts kneeling to the porcelain god, I'm eating and drinking again. Typical. I get to leave early from work and I use the time sleeping and puking.

I've been listening to digitally imported since about 3 this afternoon. Definitely beats listening to any of the local Erie radio stations. Just as long as I don't have to hear that damn Sarah McLachlan remix again. It wasn't that good originally. I've been in kind of a pre-techno/alternative Jesus Jones (the good Jesus Jones, not "Right Here Right Now") and Psykosonik mood, with a little Beth Orton/William Orbit thrown in.

My sister is starting work at a hospital in Hopewell, VA in June. Good for you-- Someday I'll be able to build up that kind of nerve to just pick up and move 15 hours away. It's always been harder for me than for you, and I admire you for it.

The webcams lie dormant. I haven't hooked one back up at work yet. They done stoled it! (Actually, we're doing some slick netmeeting stuff with it, which was its original purpose anyway...)