Remember on Day 133, I told you that I was icky sicky? Still so today.
I called my mom, who works in the medical field, to give me some advice for not dying of consumption at 23, and she told me to put Vicks Vapo-Rub on the bottom of my feet.
Wait, what?? Isn't the whole point that you inhale the vapors? And doesn't that require that it's anywhere accessible to nostrils?
I know. It sounds strange. However, I have heard of this before on a segment on The Bert Show, so I'm giving it a shot tonight.
Stay tuned for an update tomorrow!!!
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Well lo and behold, I didn't cough last night after putting on the Vick's, however, I did wake up with nasal congestion--something I didn't have before. Is all of this a lesson in correlation vs. causation? Who knows.
Mark suggested I do some research on this whole "Vick's on the feet" thing, and we found out that it's an urban legend/old wives tale kind of thing, but hey, I didn't wake up with a Nyquil hangover, so even if it's a placebo effect, I'll keep up with it.
Day 133: Sick Sad World
On Day 133, I was icky sicky. I woke up feeling icky with a headache, went to Starbucks for the biggest green tea they had, and by 4:00 was feeling that all-over fatigue of impending illness. For whatever reason, however, I was really hell-bent on going to yoga. I figured to myself, "Hey, I don't have a fever, I can breathe okay, I'll go to hot yoga--it's good to sweat out a few toxins when you're sick! Don't be a wimp."
Well, I went to hot yoga, almost puked a couple of times, experienced what felt like desiccating dehydration and came home with a raging fever, chills, cough, and the works.
It was no time for New Things.
I stumbled into our apartment, clutching a Gatorade with my full life force and plopped down on the couch to take part in Mark and my most recent favorite pastime--watching Daria reruns on DVD.
That's right, I said Daria--the '90's hit MTV show starring Daria Morgendorffer, her popular sister Quinn, her straight-laced but flawed parents and her closest comrade Jane Lane. It documents the life of a well-to-do wickedly sardonic girl making her way through high school with all of the teenage moodiness she can muster, based on observations of the Sick Sad World we live in.
If you're my age, you couldn't have possibly appreciated the show when it was on TV. It is so brilliantly witty, thoughtful and quick, with such an off-beat tone that nothing can compare to. That signature tone that made it so famous and unforgettable. It makes me laugh out loud every time--and even moreso now that I *get it* with 20/20 hindsight to high school.
All of the characters seem completely exaggerated, making Daria seem so normal, making her off-beat-ness seem like the only plausible state of mind. Whenever it gets a little too complaining, pretentious and, um, Daria-ish (?), however, Jane puts Daria in her place and shows her why she's all messed up.
As I said, there's no way in the world you could appreciate the show then as you can now.
So.
Good.
On this particular day, I finished the second season of Daria, making that my completely passive New Thing for the day.
I'm lucky I had a New Thing at all!
Well, I went to hot yoga, almost puked a couple of times, experienced what felt like desiccating dehydration and came home with a raging fever, chills, cough, and the works.
It was no time for New Things.
I stumbled into our apartment, clutching a Gatorade with my full life force and plopped down on the couch to take part in Mark and my most recent favorite pastime--watching Daria reruns on DVD.
That's right, I said Daria--the '90's hit MTV show starring Daria Morgendorffer, her popular sister Quinn, her straight-laced but flawed parents and her closest comrade Jane Lane. It documents the life of a well-to-do wickedly sardonic girl making her way through high school with all of the teenage moodiness she can muster, based on observations of the Sick Sad World we live in.
If you're my age, you couldn't have possibly appreciated the show when it was on TV. It is so brilliantly witty, thoughtful and quick, with such an off-beat tone that nothing can compare to. That signature tone that made it so famous and unforgettable. It makes me laugh out loud every time--and even moreso now that I *get it* with 20/20 hindsight to high school.
All of the characters seem completely exaggerated, making Daria seem so normal, making her off-beat-ness seem like the only plausible state of mind. Whenever it gets a little too complaining, pretentious and, um, Daria-ish (?), however, Jane puts Daria in her place and shows her why she's all messed up.
As I said, there's no way in the world you could appreciate the show then as you can now.
So.
Good.
On this particular day, I finished the second season of Daria, making that my completely passive New Thing for the day.
I'm lucky I had a New Thing at all!
Day 132: I'm Officially Official!!
Can you believe this didn't already exist?
I started a Twitter account and created a Facebook page a month ago (that already has 117 "likes"!) and within a month I've gotten a lot of really good response. When I first launched the page on Facebook a week ago, I got a swarm of emails saying "put my yoga studio up," "add my name as a teacher," and my favorite "come to my class!"
Well today, I got my very first FREE YOGA CLASS as a result of starting AYS!! I went to Ember Hot Yoga, which is a stunning new studio up in Woodstock. And I'm in love with it almost exclusively because it's my first free class (although, admittedly, I have a couple more coming up soon).
My little business is legit, and people want to work with me! And give me free stuff!!
I feel awesome.
Day 131: What Does the "P" in "P-Touch" Mean?
On Day 131, I used a P-Touch labeller. It was fun. But I want to write this quickly so I can get on to my next post which I'm really excited about!!
Day 131: September in January
(Sidenote: Courtney and I have been friends since second grade and we talk about seeing each other all the time, but every time we plan something, it falls through. I thought if I didn't say I was coming, we could meet, and it worked!)
It was a super-duper event filled day, driving to Athens, brunching, chatting, chatting, dinner-ing, etc., but nothing struck me as particularly "New" except for that it was the first time I've driven my new Corolla down 316. Whoop de doo.
Then, when I got home, I was about to fall asleep early again (recall my brie sleep attack at 7:00 yesterday?), and Mark suggested that we take advantage of Netflix and watch The September Issue, a movie I've been wanting to see for ages now.
It's a documentary film about the making of Vogue's famously-thick September issue magazine--the "New Year's" of fashion. It follows Anna Wintour, Editor in Chief, as well as Grace Coddington, Creative Director, through their uber fabulous lives of selecting and displaying what American fashion is. They have this beautiful dynamic, Anna being decidedly business-like and cold, where Grace is just the warmest and most romantic artist-type. They fight, talk about each other, want their way, get their way on various projects, passionately put forth their opinions and ultimately create something extraordinary.
It's a very grown-up and business-like "The Devil Wears Prada" meets "The City."
And although I could go on and on about any documentary (real life speaks to me so much more than fiction!), I just wanted to put out there, to anyone who cares, that I feel like Anna Wintour has a some sort of cruel inside joke with an imaginary friend that she's keeping from Vogue and the rest of the fashion world, that could somehow rock the industry if she just showed her cards. She gives these little smiles that just seem to tantalize with hidden opinions and information, if only she would open her mouth to say something about it.
It's so very strange, and such a piece of that whole world that I'll just never understand or be a part of.
Have any of my dear readers seen it? Any thoughts?
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