Bain dramage

I think my brain has gone dormant. I'm attempting to kick it into gear, but it keeps saying "I don' wanna"... well, that and kicking yourself in the brain is pretty difficult unless you're Jesus Christ: Vampire Hunter (and even then he kicked that other dude in the brain and not actually himself... but I bet he could if he wanted to).

Anyway, I developed a little tickle in my throat earlier in the week, took yesterday off to try and nurse myself towards a healthy weekend, alas it didn't work. Now I have a little chest cough which isn't really so bad since it only rears its head for a few seconds every half hour or so... still sucks though because I know I'm "sick" and I can't do anything about it, and I had plans for this weekend which didn't involve spreading around the contageon. It's not like it's even particularly nasty, just there enough to be annoying.

Initially, I though the illness it was as a result of my overexertion on Monday, paired with bad dieting Sunday (just didn't eat enough to sustain myself, dammit)... but returning to work today I realized the true cause: that blasted air-conditioner. It's breathing directly onto me. Noone else, just me. It's frickin 15 degrees outside and May... why do we need air conditioning? (I see I'm not alone as Wendyloo is having equal discomfort at her place of employment as well). Good thing I get moved at the end of next week.
Anyway, as this thing persistantly gusts at me, I can feel the tingle rise in my throat like an air bubble slowly escaping from a drowned hose (what?).

So yeah... free day yesterday (a "working from home" day, which is a luxury I'm glad I have)... what does one do on a "I don't have to go into public today" day? Shave their stubble into interesting configurations, that's what. The zoo crew were after me to do a handlebar back during closing stages of "the beard" period, but I just wanted it gone. But I figured yesterday, why the hell not... not like anyone's going to see it anyway. But it just took a little coaxing from a certain someone and now here I am, at work, with what looks like a dirty smudge of an upside-down "U" wrapped over my upper lip.

Actually, unlike the beard experiment, I've had all of one comment about the pornstar-facial folliculae, and it was (gasp!) positive! Someone actually liked it. Others I think are being willfully blind towards it. I'm no Pauly from American Chopper so it's got to go (hey hey, ho ho).
**Update** Just got my second comment.
He: "Are you growing a 'stache?"
Me: (devilish laugh and grin) "Just for today..."
He: (pause) "You're a dangerous man"

Anyway, the stache will be seen at the Parkasgig tonight. at the Gladstone, as will all the truly good people of the world.

As for yesterday's productivity, I did get all work done that needed to be done, as well as learned the lyrics to Ladybug's Picnic