yesterday i spent my day off the way i like to best. waiting for care at my local emergency room. ah yes, who could think of a finer pastime? the slight head cold ive had turned against me and morphed into some crap called microlasia...or maybe thats a small asain country across the sea over there...who can tell. anyway, i didnt know it took 8 hours to diagnose and treat the only patient (thats me) in there on a labor day morning. i heard the staff playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who had to get my drugs from pharmacy since the tube system was down. after a seeminlgy interminable amount of time during which i was quite sure i was dying and that the only way to cure me would be to amputate my HEAD. fortunately, the nice gothic nurse who took my blood (seems a little suspicious if you ask me- if i was a vampire what better place to work than the blood lab??) took pity on me and got me all sorts of drugs. after another 20 minutes...i thought i had died...and gone to heaven such was the relief of all those wonderful little pills. my mom came in and did a double take because apparently my face was no longer purple with all the appropriate ugly veins bulging on my forehead. she said it was the only time she didnt think i was i was more beautiful than everyone elses daughters (maternal pride). since i was drugged up, i found this more than usually amusing. so ended my first stay in the ventura emergency room. i was given a great prescription lineup and have a feeling ill be quite set for the next couple days. and more good news: im not contagious unless i kiss you, lick you or anything youre going to put in your mouth, or use your utensils. that sure limits my usual forms of self-amusement...damn microlasia