Pay no attention to the cranky woman behiind the desk.

After a quick trip to the doctor’s on Friday afternoon and a week-end consisting of a lot of sleep, I’m feeling lots better. I would have been more worried about my pain, lethargy and lymph nodes the size of ping-pong balls if it hadn’t been for the fact that I know of several other people with the same affliction. The doctor wasn’t too concerned. The bubos weren't black or anything really alarming. What the heck.....half of the doctor’s office staff was home sick also.

So if I’m feeling better, why so cranky. Maybe it’s just residual.

I was going to do a new VH1 music review, but I can’t think of anything nice to say. Beyonce, Britney and the girls of their ilk all
appear to be ‘acting out.’ Their comportment is indicative of ‘problems.’ I would say they need agents of change, not theatrical agents. And their fathers, boyfriends, managers, etc. should stop acting like pimps and set up some sort of interventions. The temptation to stop milking the cash cow, even if it is a loved one, must be too great.

Time to hustle off to work. A short day, but I’m gritting my teeth in advance nonetheless. Renovation starts on the school building today, so the parking lot is going to become a fascinating microcosm of all the flaws of the human soul. Better get there early so I can avoid the fun.