The Committee is back in full force

[mousme]

No, I'm not talking about MacDonald Hall, although I could probably use the help of that particular committee. Heck, they could cause earthquakes and arrange marriages. Nothing could stop them. :D

Anyway, the committee had an argument again this morning, which culminated in my going to work in spite of feeling like I was hit by a truck and then dumped in a river.

Now, the committee is debating whether I should go to the thing I had planned tonight. The first meeting for competitive line dancing. The debate is getting heated.

"I really want to go."

"You're sick. Go home and go to bed."

"But it's the first meeting ever! What if I miss something important?"

"You can ask K tomorrow, or when you next see him."

"What if he's not around?"

"Then you can go next Monday and find out then."

"But what if it's vital that I go to the first meeting in order for roles and stuff to be decided?"

"Then you'll just have to join up some other time. You won't do them any favours if you drop dead during practice."

"It's a cold. I won't drop dead."

"The cold is kicking your ass, and I was speaking figuratively."

"But I really want to go!"

"I cannot stress enough how bad an idea this is. You have dancing on Tuesday and Thursday, a NaNoWriMo meeting on Wednesday, band practice on Friday, and a gig on Saturday. You don't have time to be sick for the whole week. Tonight is really the night you can afford to take off."

"*sulk*"

"*shrug* Your funeral, man."

Meh. Tonight I shall renew my acquaintance with my good friend NyQuil.

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[toughlovemuse.livejournal.com]

Did you get Arin's e-mail or phone message, perchance? If not, could you e-mail my cauldronofceri at yahoo dot ca address? Plots are afoot.

[grimmwire.livejournal.com]

Yes, NyQuil is your friend.

You owe it to your bandmates to get well soon! (he said, waving a stern finger).

Where and when's the gig? (Yes, Paradox, but I don't know where that is...)

E-mail me: cogent AT bust DOT com