Been A Long Time

Yeah, I have been on what I perceived to be my death-bed the past few days. It is no wonder I have been feeling down the entire month on March. The illness finally manifested itself into a nasty upper-respiratory infection. I still can hardly talk. My boyfriend thinks it's great, though, the can't talk part. I had big plans this weekend, too. Since I paid off my credit card and paid my friggin' income taxes (self-employment can suck), I thought I would treat myself to a trip to that make-up Mecca we women call "Sephora" for some new foundation and other goodies. Sephora's catch-phrase should be, "Sephora. Where Needs and Wants are the Same Thing." Oh, sure I could order online, but where is the fun and challenge in that? It is fun to go to the store and fight your way through career housewives and their out-of-control children in order to get to that Benefit display. I love Sephora, but I have to go in there with a battle plan. Having a current map of the store usually helps. Sometimes I walk out of that store a nastier person. At least I'll look good. Goodness I love make-up! Shoes, I could do without. I could care less about clothes, too. I cannot live without make-up. It is like painting every morning. It is not that I don't like how I look without it. I just enjoy experimenting with colors and looks when I get bored.
By the way, I saw "Napoleon Dynamite" and I loved it! Doug says he didn't care for it, but I know deep down he really did enjoy it. I think one has to watch it three or four times to really appreciate it. Just the fact that they made a pinatta out of Haylie Duff's character, Summer Wheatley is enough to make me want to buy a copy and watch the pinatta scene over and over....The scene where Napoleon does his dance in front of the who school is so beautiful, it makes me want to cry.
I am going back to bed before I pass out.
Laters!