Playing with Myself

Ten on Tuesday presents: 10 Favorite Buildings

1. The British Museum
2. Animal Kingdom Lodge at WDW
3. York Minster
4. Ste. Chapelle
5. The Virginia
6. Home of Gourmet when it was Home of Gourmet. It still feels like home, though.
7. Neuschwanstein Castle
8. The Great Pyramid. Okay, so I've never seen it in person. But someday I will.
9. Barnes & Noble. Any of them. I used to prefer the layout of Borders, but no longer.
10. The Haunted Mansion. I probably should have made that number 1. Tee hee.

I find it rather depressing that I can't think of a single house I have lived in that makes the list. Then again we're talking favorites rather than most comfortable, but I can't help but feel there must be a little of the latter to have the former. I don't know what makes a house feel best to me. I guess I'm still defining "home".

In other news, I've had strep throat twice in three weeks. I assume it's actually the same case of strep that presented first on the right tonsil and then later on the left, but who knows. I feel so special. And pukey. Except that would hurt a lot. Let's stick with special.

Via Karen I have learned that it is Buy a Friend a Book Week. Who knew?

I've been out of work the last few weeks with strep, so here is the long-awaited (ha) return of the

Friday Random iPod 10
1. The Steve Miller Band - Stuck in the Middle with You
2. Queen - Crazy Little Thing Called Love
3. Will Smith - Yes Yes Y'All
4. Buffy the Vampire Slayer Cast - I've Got a Theory
5. Toby Keith - Gimme 8 Seconds
6. HIM - Beyond Redemption
7. Jeff Buckley - New Year's Prayer
8. Marilyn Manson - Burning Flag
9. Wham! - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go
10. Kronos Quartet/Philip Glass - The Crypt (from Dracula)

What's with all the carrots? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway? Bunnies! Bunnies! It must be bunnies!

I am remarkably frustrated by many things right now. Remember the two bouts of strep throat back to back? I'm still not feeling well, despite testing negative on two more strep tests, two mono tests, a throat culture, and a CBC. My glands are swollen. I feel like I can barely swallow. My ears hurt. My head hurts. I'm dizzy on and off (no blonde jokes needed, I have refreshed the red hair coloring). I am having difficulty concentrating.

The latter is the symptom most easily attributed to my bipolar disorder. Nonetheless, my doctor has chosen to reject all of my other symptoms as possible side effects of my shrink meds.

WTF? Lithium does not cause SNORING. SORE THROAT. DROWNING IN PHLEGM.

Yeah. I shouldn't be surprised that a GP is, when faced with a bipolar patient, retreating into "talk to your shrink." But some days it's not just all in my head, thank you.

Frustration #2 comes with the fact that I swore to myself I would have a new job before I ran out of sick time (PTO, ha!). I have two hours left for the rest of the year, and no new job in sight. And when I find jobs that are interesting, I have to take into account how they might affect my bipolar disorder. Scheduling should be routine, yet I hate working a routine schedule. Blah blah blah.

I'm going to be 33 in less than two weeks, and I'm in a bipolar straightjacket. And I'm frustrated about it.

And I missed Veronica Mars last night because I forgot it was on. Fuckity fuck.

My married name:

HowManyOfMe.com

There is: 1 person with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

vs.

my maiden name:

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 3,223 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

Not a big shock, that.

Today marks the end of my 33rd year of life. More thoughts on that later. In the meantime, I am amusing myself by collecting this year's birthday horoscopes.