Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

Twenty-five years marks a silver anniversary.  Someone, somewhere, owes me silver.  Why? 25 years ago, this week I take, I went to my doctor's office with an ear infection and easy bruising, and I came home with Lupus.  Just like that, life at sixteen changed. In that regard, as I sit here looking at a quarter of a century, more than half my life, and a sentence comparable to manslaughter I can't say I'm nostalgic.  I mean years of taking vitamins the size of chicken patties, years of staring down the gremlin bottles on my dresser, years of putting my feet on the floor in the morning and letting out moans and wails, years of endless doctor visits and blood draws, and years of wondering when the next friend will bail on me because the Lupus is too much.  That latter part: I called and left a message, the day of a meeting, that I couldn't make it.  Seven years later and I remember the spinning room, the adverse drug side effects, the trips to my p...

There's been an organic breakfast food ad fluttering about the net, and the jist of it is all the super feasts women perform first thing in the morning project from the reel.  One: something like 25 percent of us check email before even getting out of bed. I--if you didn't guess--am one of those women. So, a little after 8 am yesterday--as I didn't have a full cup of coffee in me yet nor was I out of bed--my hazy eyes and comfortable body found a jolting start.  On a day working from home, the lack of commute usually means a few more articles to lazily read and a moment to dick around online. Hence, when I got an alert someone tagged me in a photo on Facebook I didn't think twice about it. Until I opened it. Did I tell you this was at 8 am, well slightly after? Between the lack of coffee and such when I opened the link I was certainly taken aback.  I had forgotten it was even a "day." Then . . . then I saw a photo of me and a friend clowning around at m...