Technology.

Wow. I just found out that my iChat has this neat little feature where it ARCHIVES every single iChat I have ever had into this cute little folder. It's just been doing this, completely unbeknownst to me, for the past year. How convenient. For what, I don't know, but I guess you never know when you need to go back and read some archived iChats. Like now, for example. On October 23rd, Kristina and I had a nice little conversation about the common cold that I feel applies right about now, as I may or may not have some form of tubercliosis. It's either TB or I've become immune to ZiCam. AND I keep taking Mucin-X but unlike the repulsive Mucin-X commercial where the gross green cartoon mucus blobs get ejected from the lungs when the Mucin-X moves in, nothing's doing.

MsOpposableThumb: like cut off my toe - fine- but i cant deal with congestion.
MsOpposableThumb: they're so long and miserable
xxdaninaxx: i hate it when one nostrel is clogged and the other just breathes hot air
MsOpposableThumb: yah
xxdaninaxx: i HATE that.
MsOpposableThumb: i hate it when one is clogged and the other is so clear that when you take big breaths you have to sneeze and then your throat itches and your eyes water up and all the boogies from your clogged nostril drip out but you cant feel it cause your congested and youre just a big slobbering mess.
xxdaninaxx: yeah that's disgusting. and then you wake up with your face covered in boogies and your eyes are glued shut with eye goo and you're drooling all over yourself
MsOpposableThumb: yeah
MsOpposableThumb: disgusting
xxdaninax: i'm glad we went through this.
MsOpposableThumb: and like, its something that sounds gross and pathetic but that literally happens, like exactly that
MsOpposableThumb: which is why colds are so uncomfortable and gross.
xxdaninaxx: the end.

Mmm. 

"Yeah, I have a Range Rover and my pants are Nantucket red." - Liz on Beacon Hill residents

I could be feeling pretty sorry for myself, given that my apartment is meagerly heated by the two units below us and nothing else while my windows are already drafty enough for me to notice significant billowing in the curtains even though the windows are most definitely closed, I have more work to do in the next two days than I have had in the past two years, Operation Be Caller 103 and Win the $1000 Simon Mall Gift Card is not going well, and I have a cold that even ZiCam is having trouble fighting. 

But really, it's not worth surrendering to all of the crappiness when there's so much to love. Like, for instance Charles Street at Christmas is so beautiful that it's totally worth the extra 10 minutes in my walk home to pass all of the store windows and gas lights with all of their evergreen garlands and read bows and white lights. And yeah, my apartment's cold, but that's what outerwear is for, so now it has become innerwear and I have no reason to gripe since I bought Hagaan Dazs Mango ICE CREAM, not sorbet, and it is more creamy and delicious than all of the other ice creams, to eat in my freezing room. 

The radio contest thing is still a crock of bullshit though, because the bitches who keep winning live in New Hampshire, which should not count. They shouldn't be allowed to listen to Boston radio, let alone win Boston radio contests. That's what they have Nashua for.