Purple & green

So I've spent the last few days trying not to puke. I failed. (But I did feel better -- briefly -- afterward. Now I just feel green again.)

Part of my tactic for avoiding feeling so nauseated was to sleep. A lot. Like, 20 hours out of 24. If I'm asleep, I can't be queasy. Can't argue with that logic, can ya?

And then this afternoon one of those annoying Latino parades was rehearsing their marching for a few hours outside my window. (For the record - I find all parades annoying. It's just that there seem to be more Latino rehearsals near my building than other types.) So I closed all my windows and inaugurated the A/C for the first time this year.

Then, I proceeded to spend the afternoon lying on the couch watching Hellboy (again) and PGA Golf.

For some odd reason, even though I don't play golf -- with the exception of Tiger Woods PGA Tour 08 on the Nintendo Wii on my sweetie's best friend's Wii -- I can be midly entertained watching it on TV (especially when I'm feeling wretched).

And now, I leave you with photos of the pretty purple tulips my nephew sent me. I go back to thudding on the couch now.

P.S. Oddly enough, I feel more disoriented by Billy May's passing than Jacko, Farrah, or Ed McMahon, probably because Mr. Mays was apparently raucously healthy.