silly dresses on silly women

I've been home sick the last couple of days and going a bit nuts. Not that I'm sick-sick; I'm just tired and have body aches and want to clear my throat occasionally. My throat isn't sore, my head and nose aren't stuffed, my lungs are clear. But the tiredness and soreness and the headache yesterday and this morning kept me home. No one in my tiny office wants to be sick and if I go in sick there's nowhere for them to hide.

While home, I've been watching more vacuous TV than I've ever watched in my life. I've only recently discovered the crap channels I have above channel 28 and have been sausaged in a duvet, immobile, while my brain was filled with silly girls who speak in monotones, who flip their hair more than a normal person should, who make everything more dramatic than it really is.

Does anyone actually believe that "The Hills" and/or "The City" are real? Because they aren't. Like, at all. And it amuses me that anyone bothers to pretend it is. I've been catching the odd "Sex and the City" and "Queer Eye..." and these shows amuse me in a different way. There are other shows that have absorbed my day, but they are just embarassing to admit to.

I'm hoping to go into work tomorrow (I don't have sick days so if I don't work I don't get paid) and make it through the week without incident so I can see a matinee on Saturday. My plan was to see The September Issue last night, but that didn't happen and so now it is set for the weekend. I am so excited to see it. SO excited.

"ANTM" is on and I feel compelled to waste the remainder of the evening. My ability to make rational decisions was destroyed when I sat through most of a "Rachel Zoe Project" episode. Back to the cotton sausage.