Thursday, February 11, 2010

XXXIII: Mindless and Lazy Day

Three is my favourite number, so being that today is my thirty-third blog entry, I'm a bit disappointed that I won't be able to fully bring it today since nothing happened. Pressure's on, 333!

My throat started to feel a bit itchy on Tuesday night, yesterday I started coughing a bit all day, and this morning it felt like I had swollen glands. (Every time I think about the words "swollen glands" I think about Ross saying it in Friends - The One with the Football):
Monica: No! Listen, I’m not gonna go through this with you again, okay. Just once I wanna beat when you can’t blame it on the broken nose, the buzzer, or the fact that you thought you were getting mono. Let’s just call this, tie score and it’s halftime.
Ross: Okay, first of all, I don’t play with cheaters, and second of all, you know I had swollen glands!
I don't have mono. I never have. But I do think I caught a cold somehow. Blocked up sinuses? Check. Sore throat? Check. Cough? Check. Actually, I never know how to properly diagnose myself with these things, so perhaps Nicky can help me.

I stayed home from work and basically sat/slept on the couch all day watching PVR'd episodes of The Late, Late Show with Craig Ferguson. I love Craigy. (LOL, he is always associated with my lazy days it seems.) I also saw CBC's documentary Hyper Parents and Coddled Kids. It was really interesting to see something about my generation and something I've thought about quite often: how a lot of young people these days have a strong sense of entitlement without putting in the effort or paying their dues. How they think they deserve the world without making sacrifices. I'm by no means perfect and have been very lucky with jobs, friends, and having parents who love to travel and who have given me many opportunities, but I don't condone kids being spoiled rotten and, this is a bit of a stretch: the over-suing culture of (North) America. It bugs me when I hear a story about a surgeon who witnessed a car accident, saved a life by performing a quick tracheotomy, and then got sued because the young man he saved lost his ability to sing forever. I would take being alive in a heartbeat, and I love to sing. Even more, what a way to be grateful to the person who saved your life! My close family friend told me this story. Her brother-in-law was that surgeon.

On a lighter note, my parents went out to see the Olympic Torch Relay go by near my house this morning. I thought maybe they'd see Miga or Quatchi but they didn't, and I'm a bit relieved about that because I would've hated to miss out on seeing them!

2 comments:

  1. Yeah I think you have a cold. Does that mean I won't see you tomorrow? You still need to buy a leather jacket for our gang!

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  2. I totally want to see Quatchi!! And hug him. He looks so huggable.

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