I want to go home. My head is so foggy it's unbelievable. I'm sure generic DayQuil is only exacerbating the problem. (But, hey, I can apparently still spell exacerbate, so I can't be that bad off, right?)

Also it is snowing and miserable.

And my the selection criteria totally broke on my report and not only can I make it only run on a select few accounts, it's running on all the accounts, not even just all the day schools, which might conceivably make sense since that was what it did in Crystal proper rather than Crystal in Sales Logix.

On the plus side, my fever is still gone. _

I went to the grocery store for soup and crackers and also bought new dog bisquits. Sam has been sitting in front of the cabinet with the dog bisquits since he saw me put them in there. He has gotten two. Nothing I can say to him will convince him that he's not getting more. _

My fever is basically entirely gone. I am relieved. My throat feels like I swallowed shards of glass, but I have Robutussin now, and lemon ginger tea and honey (also mint tea, but I was getting sick of peppermint). Everything else is symptoms I know how to deal with. _

I feel idiotic. I have a call with our IT consultant this morning and a deadline for getting a report out (which is why I'm talking to her, because I haven't used Crystal in three years) and so I have to go to work. Despite my fever going back up in the night. The idea of sitting in my office without my blankets is nervewracking.

How long do you wait to go to a doctor when you have a fever? I was thinking if I still have it on Wednesday I should call. Is that too long? I think the DayQuil pack says a week.

I never wanted to be that sort of person, the one who goes to work while sick. _

98.0, and I don't know if it's deceptively low because I'd just finished a glass of water and I'm all stuffed up and am having trouble breathing through my nose. However, my fingers are no longer frozen, so I call that a good sign. I have taken NyQuil and will probably be out like a light in a few minutes. _

I saw these pop up a few places last week. I am kind of horrified and kind of fascinated. _

I think Dangerous Beauty is basically Pretty Woman in 16th century Venice. Idiot movie. I have no idea why I felt the need to watch it this afternoon.

Am going to curl back under my blankets and watch more Slings and Arrows.

My fingers are too cold to knit. I need to be completely wrapped in blankets. Stupid flu. _

Actually, I do know why I know what my normal healthy temperature is. It's because I get miserable like I'm raging a fever and you stick a thermometer under my tongue and it reads 98.6. So I started taking it when I wasn't sick, to try to prove a point. And succeeded. _

99.6. Gah. My normal healthy body temperature (I don't know why I know this) is 96.6. No wonder I feel miserable.

I must put on clothes and take Sam out for a walk. Blah. I want to wrap up in my warm blanket and watch stupid TV. _

My roommate is tone deaf beyond belief. It's rather hilarious. I'm used to people like my parents, who were surrounded growing up by brilliant musicians and so they assume that they are tone deaf because they're rather average. But Sivana walks around, singing songs that are totally unrecognizeable. My mom may be in the wrong key, may forget things and make them up, but she's generally close. _

I actually have time sensitive things to try to accomplish at work tomorrow. This...doesn't happen often. I usually wind up cleaning up the database after things and whatnot. But. I am actually updating something that people are taking with them. I spent a large chunk of my afternoon trying to do crash recollections on how to use Crystal Reports, which I haven't used since I left my job in Virginia which was almost three years ago. I am using a new version of the program now, and there are things that I used to know how to do that were really simple that I can't remember anymore. It's really frustrating. My boss has almost no knowledge of how to use Crystal at all, the person who used to be between us knew how to use it, but she was fired in May. We also have a (rather expensive) tech consultant who was supposed to give me a crash reminder course over the summer, but other things got in the way, so if I can't figure it out, we might call her in; I did make it very clear to everyone in my office that while I have used this program rather a lot, I'm incredibly rusty, and everyone seems very understanding about it.

Still. Deadlines are weird for me in this office. I wonder if Google can be nearly as helpful for me in remembering how to this stuff as it is when, say, someone asks me how to set up an out of office message in the new Outlook. _

We might have had some minor pipe freezage today. When I got home, the cold water wouldn't turn on. But, now it is working.

Fucking freezing out there. I am cuddled up in my blankets, reading Connie Willis and considering switching to my knitting and watching 30 Rock and Bones. _

I had a dream last night that Sam (and his parents) went running off after some birds and wound up swimming in a freezing lake and dying. I was hearbroken. I woke up and started missing Sam, and then realized that, no, the reason I was pushed onto less than half of the bed is that my 15 pound dog was, somehow, taking up most of the bed. I think I actually had two seperate dreams about him dying in icy watery deaths last night, which is actually odd when I think about it because he hates to swim and won't go in water voluntarily. He is sleeping on my legs right now, warm and alive, but I am still kind of shaken by it. _

I have been listening to the audiobooks of Blackout and now All Clear so much recently that my internal narrator now sounds like the woman reading the books.

I hope having an internal narrator isn't terribly odd and a sign of schizophrenia or something. _

I made a batch of Liz's Blue Cheese Fig Savory Bite things to take to my Book Group tomorrow. I used Gorgonzola crumbles that I bought in a tub at Shaw's, because they were there and I know absolutely nothing about blue cheese, but having tried one, I wish I had used a more potent blue cheese. But they are tasty anyway. I used up the last of my first of two jars of my homemade fig-brandy jam (there was very little left, fig jam lasts forever).

I am now in love with this idea, little cheesey crackers with some sort of jam thing baked on top. I wonder if you could do something with parmesan. Maybe with pesto on top. You might need to add a little liquid to the dough, since parmesan is so much drier than blue cheese, but it would probably still be delicious. _

The Hamlet Project

Where I try to watch all the Hamlet movies on Netflix. Except I am not doing anymore tapings of plays. Richard Burton was too much to bear.

I watched the Mel Gibson Hamlet over the course of two weekends. This was my first Hamlet, I am almost entirely sure. I am fairly sure I didn't see a stage production of it before I saw the movie, and this was the movie that was out when I was in junior high. I liked it at the time, because it is pretty, and if you aren't actually familiar with Hamlet, you don't realize how incredibly choppy it is. Of the six major speeches (I have also been watching Slings and Arrows recently, which is funny, especially when you start from the first episode and not the fifth; accidentally starting with the fifth is one of the things that can happen when you are sharing your Netflix streaming with your sister and aren't really paying attention to which episode it says it's going to play), I'm fairly sure at least two were cut. The "may my thoughts be bloody" speech wasn't there, which makes sense since it's given after watching Fortinbras' army go by, and if you completely cut out Fortinbras...

It is also the most Freudian adaptation I've ever seen. It's very pretty, but the costumes also look very Rennaisance by way of the 1990's (this is a bit like the assessment my sister and I made of the mini-series of Have His Carcase that Harriet looked 30's by way of the 70's), and the setting of the old castle was a bit odd. I almost wanted a very meta explanation for the costumes that looked like costumes in a crumbling castle, like they were in fact putting on a play, not actually being the characters within it. (Like R&G are Dead, I suppose.)

Anyway. Next comes Kenneth Branaugh, which I watched half of in college and got bored. Oh dear. And then will come Ethan Hawke and David Tennant. And both R&G are Dead and R&G are Undead. _

I don't do 3/4 length sleeves, so I lengthened the sleeves on the sweater I'm knitting. (See here for what the sweater was originally meant to look like.) I tried on the sleeves, knitting in a circle until I got to what would become the armpit.

I really wanted to be finished.

Also, awards shows are ridiculously fun to watch. Even if I haven't seen almost any of the nominated films. I did call the win for the kid from Glee. I think the first time I said he was going to win an award was in the episode where his dad had the heart attack, but the gay bullying thing really put it over the edge. _

The problem with audiobooks is the forced slow pace. I mean, I suppose I could listen to Blackout using my iPod doc in my house, but I like audiobooks for my commute. Also, people read out loud slower than I read to myself. I am tempted to go to the library and just check out the book so I can find out what happens, but libraries are always dangerous for me. _

Sweater update: sleeves are sewn in place. All that is left is picking up stitches (ugh) and doing the neckline. And sewing in loose ends. _

Probably there aren't a lot of places that sell both fresh rolls and sushi. Which is a pity, as that seems to be what I want for dinner, is both. _