I think this is my crazy fangirl face. (More at Rachel's flickr.)

Despite the, uh, part where they lost (eyeroll), it was quite a lovely day. Seriously. The prediction was rain, but instead it was 60 and sunny out. Rachel and I were on the ball enough to bring sunscreen (because we are vampirically pale and would spontaneously burst into flame otherwise), which meant that the sun was quite lovely. And like, seriously, warm enough that we both stripped off the jackets and sweatshirts, which for those of you who know me and that I prefer temperatures approaching jungle-like, was quite remarkable. Our seats were about three quarters of the way back on the third base side; upper deck, but near the front. They were actually damn near perfect, because the lower decks were all in shadow, and from our understanding, it was cold where there was no sun. So ha!

And yes, I kept hydrated.

Also fun was that we were sitting next to the Tiniest Yankees Fan. He was with his dad, and probably about three, and decked out in full, adorable gear. Obviously, being a toddler, he didn't really have much of an attention span, but was adorably entertaining throughout.

The boys lost, but there was an entertaining rally in the 8th that kept it from being a total downer. If the A hadn't been running shuttle bus (oy) even the trip home would have been fine.

I, on the other hand, am still completely stuffed up -- but not sick in the way I was all week. Like, this is clearly still the flu, and I'm coughing, but I feel like a person again, capable of thought and movement and digesting food. So this is all very positive. (Regardless, I'm off to take cough syrup and go to bed. Yay for sleep!)

Rachel and I have tickets for opening weekend! :D :D :D :D :D

In unrelated news, after a week, I did not have to put goo on my head. My scalp is much better; still a bit pink in places, but, like, the spot behind my ears that has been itchy and flakey for, oh, three or four years now? Lovely and skin like. Not scaly at all! Which is good because I am, you know, a mammal.

I'm supposed to continue to use this stuff once or twice a week for... ever? Dunno. Regardless, though, I am pleased with my non-disgusting head.

A big hooray at work: I've been allowed to do editorial stuff, finally! I'm editing and footnoting a transcript. This is great, because I've missed actually doing editing things; I like all the webstuff I do, but, ya know. Editing is what I'm actually sort of vaguely qualified for. Not really. But it's what I do anyway and like best.

( So here's how I ended up with a gooey thigh at work today! )

So on Tuesday I went to the doctor, despite the fact that I was, you know, entirely better. He concurred with my "I'm actually dandy now" assessment. But does everyone remember how awesome this was? (Explanation.) Because when I lost my insurance over the summer, I couldn't afford to keep up the scalp treatment, which means the horrible disgusting condition is back and better than ever! By which I mean itchier and flakier. Anyway, point is, the shower cap and hair gunk has returned.

I'm so hot, you don't even know.

And speaking of my hair, it's long. I realize that's not the most profound statement in the world, but it is remarkably true. It's long, like, the longest its been since high school, and possibly the longest it's ever been. It's about an inch or two above my butt. It is lonnnnnng. It's also the first thing people comment on when they haven't seen me in awhile ("My, your hair is long,") and also something people who spend a lot of time with me comment on ("Wow, your hair is long, and also, Panic! at the Disco exists, and here are some things about them..." [ilu rachel!]). So yes.

I occasionally entertain fantasies of chopping it off, or dying it blue. I really want to do something with it, but I'm at a loss for what. I'm not exactly a, uh, hair person. (Or makeup. Or clothes. Or shoes. Or... okay, you know that whole performance of femininity thing? I don't do that. I don't know how to do that, but I've avoided learning mostly by choice.) So... If anyone has any thoughts on how to make not-quite-straight-but-mostly-flat, extremely long, basically extremely pretty but dull hair exiting, do feel free to let me know!

(If I weren't far too lazy to fiddle with hair before work, except for getting it dry enough to not freeze in the cold, I would consider Vickie T's haircut. Sassiest bangs ever. Except I can't picture me with bangs. Nnnnnrg.)

So, yes. My scalp: bad. My hair: long. My life: dull.

( Oh, and also, I'm not participating in the LJ strike. )

So I survived the week! It was actually only the last couple days that were particularly bad, though everything was intense. Like I said, Thursday I was at work until 11; yesterday, until 9. For those playing along at home, my actual hours are 10-6. And this was the kind of intense work where you don't leave your desk, pretty much. The company is good enough that it acknowledges t his, at least, and bought lunch and dinner for us every day, but still. Tiiiiiiired.

The upside is that we got all of our deadlines met so I'm not in the office now. Next week will also be pretty lengthy and intense, but not as bad. And next week (if I have my dates right) is the Spice Girls!

I just feel completely drained right now. The apartment has to be cleaned because I was way too tired and stressed to care all week. Rachel and I just bought groceries for the first time in months (yeah, months -- but I can also actually eat now, which for some reason I hadn't been able to do reliably for about a month). And I feel like I should do laundry or go out and be productive, but what I actually want to do is take a nap, or play Paper Mario. Or maybe one and then the other.

(I'm someone who needs a lot of me-time. I haven't had ANY this week, I've been too busy to think.)

I kind of want Penelope's shirt from today's comic. (Er, she's the blond one.) Because--I swear, due to my dark hair and the fact that I wear glasses--people tend to assume I'm into indie bands.

I'm...not, particularly. In fact, I love pop music. Like, a lot. And not ironically. I'm going to see the Spice Girls when they're in the area. But man, everyone I meet who asks me about music the first time is really surprised by that.