Ahhhhh….Bach. October 26, 2005 ~ 3:49 pm
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Remember the episode of M*A*S*H where Radar is trying to impress his date but doesn’t want her to know how uncultured he is, so his comment is “Ahhhh…Bach”? People ought to stick to that comment, because the stupidity is showing around here.
Today was flu shot day at our health clinic. Fat Ass came into my office after she had gotten hers and said “It protects against bird flu!” Um, no. No, it doesn’t. “But it’s a flu shot!” Which protects against certain strains of the flu, not all of them, and certainly not bird flu. I need a shot to protect me against rampant stupidity, that’s what I need.
Since they didn’t have one of those, I settled for the flu vaccine. I don’t really consider myself sickly or fragile (even though Rick insists on telling me I’m a “delicate little flower”), but I do seem to get sick a lot in the winter. Probably because I get whatever his kids bring home from school in addition to whatever is going around the college. I generally don’t realize how often I’ve been sick until someone points it out, mainly because I don’t let it slow me down. A cold? Oh, well, still have rehearsal to go to. The flu? Yep, gotta get another list of graduates approved. I’ll take the day off that I feel the shittiest, but I’ve got too much to do to slow down. Besides, I’d rather use those sick days to do something fun. I believe in using them for mental health days instead of sick days.
Speaking of mental health, mine is improved today. Of course the only person who would appreciate the reason behind this is Gooch, and I haven’t seen him around lately. But I will risk everyone else’s ridicule and admit that my improved outlook is in part due to The N showing reruns of Degrassi Junior High and Degrassi High late at night. My TiVo overfloweth, and I get a little fix before I have to be at rehearsal and then again when I come home. I watch that show and remember when polka-dots were in, when high hair was stylish, when girls wore biker shorts under their shirts; ahhhh…the 80s. Rick has made fun of me repeatedly for watching so much Degrassi, but that’s what happens when your boyfriend is old. He just doesn’t get as excited about 80s television as you do. Damn generation gap.
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