On the up side, the antibiotics seem to be doing their stuff
I'm already a good deal less congested than I was. I'm still sleeping until noon, but that's because of a combination of insomnia for the past few days and being sick and basically being a lazy bones.
I spent yesterday calling people to catch up with them. Judy's become a Buddhist passionate about freeing Tibet, while working on a performance art piece. Renee is working at Inktomi and is horribly entangled with her Balinese entrepreneurial activities. It's kind of weird to catch up with people four months at a time.
I'm watching The Equalizer on A&E right now. Rating: C, although having a dashing British hero, even if he is in his Sixties, always helps. My father always said the main concept of the Equalizer was preposterous, because if there was such a guy, half of New York City would hire him to wipe the other half out.
I have to call Kathryn at Spring Creek and tell her I'm not coming back in January. I called and left a message with Jun, who asked me about a)what it's like to work in technical writing and b)whether I'm coming back next year. I told her the answers to both. I think she's interested in technical writing 'cause I told her she could make a lot of money (certainly a lot more than she's making now) at it.
During my nights of insomnia, I found an Enneagram test on the Web. I've been familiar with the Enneagram
a Newage, Sufi-inspired, astrology-ish personality system where you get to choose your own signfor some time. I've never been able to decide whether I'm a Six (The Questioner) or a One (The Reformer). So I took the test and when I got to the last question I couldn't decide which one to pick. I picked one selection and...it named me a Six! I went back to the previous page and clicked the other choice, and lo and behold...One! Basically the Enneagram can't figure out what I am either.