I am a serial time waster. Look at me now, for instance. It's 12.10 and I should be frantically getting ready for work, but instead I'm sitting around in tracks and a sweatshirt and blogging. My flu is clearing up, I think, but I still have this horrible old-man cough, which is very unappealing. And sinusitis, which is a pretty harmless word for THE MOST PAINFUL HEADACHE IN THE WORLD. No shit, really. Because everytime I turn my head or bend over the keyboard or something my head is filled with the most agonising pain and I feel like pulling out bits of hair and shouting, "Make it stop! Make it stop!"
I know so many people these days, by sheer chance, who have had babies recently, that I am now an expert on baby care. The other day I was showing off my belly ring to one of them and instead of looking at the belly ring she looked at the down underneath it. "See that?" she said. Having seen it before, you know, since it IS my body and all, I nodded. "That's going to get sooooo much darker when you're pregnant," she said ominously. Quickly I pulled down my sweater and quickly announced that since there were so many kids in India already, I was going to adopt. Other things I know about babies include 1) They get sick when they've just been vaccinated 2) At four or five months, they really have no clue who the woman who labouriously and painstakingly pushed them out of their vaginas is as long as they're clean and dry and fed and 3) They have the weeniest hands with little-little fingernails which make me feel very old and haggard.
I'm also learning other things, like the other day, I had this long discussion about Economics and the Law of Supply etc. I quite liked the opening line of the Law Of Supply, if I remember it correctly, something about "All things being equal.." it sounded a bit like Animal Farm, all products are equal, but some products are more equal than others.
And, the other night, working late, I had a conversation with a colleague about ringtones and he really likes Western Classical stuff, so he played me some things, and I learned that the American Army tune that they sing in most Hollywood movies (you know, the one that goes Da-da, Da-da-da-daaaaaaa-da) was composed by someone famous--Wagner, I think.
Damn. Now that tune is stuck in my head. (Lisa/her teeth are biggggg and green/Lisa/she smells like gasoooooooooline)