Here, Piggy, Piggy!

School Dance Failure

Things I Didn't See

Here, Piggy, Piggy!

I don't remember being this sick in my adult life. I've been injured, car accidents, back pain, dislocated kneecap... but not sick. This was soul-draining, heart-breaking, fever-blistering disease. Swine flu? Maybe. Honestly, maybe. I've been reading that getting it early has symptoms matching my own - chest congestion, fever, body aches, nausea, vomiting, and other associated pains. So after weeks spent building a costume, I spent my Saturday curled up, passed out on the sofa. Advil PM is my friend. I didn't hand out a single candy bar, I didn't have a single Halloween cocktail, I didn't even light incense because the smell made me nauseous. Soy candles, unscented. And I prayed my illness away. But no worries, there were plenty of other Max costumes out there, judging from the interwebs. I'm just sad I wasn't one of them.
I am feeling a bit better. About 80% actually. Fever is gone, but the chest congestion and coughing still hang on. I think I've about got it licked. I just wonder which of my little darlings gave me the dread disease...

School Dance Failure

Earlier in the week - before the plague o'ertook me - my little Digital Arts Club learned a valuable lesson about marketing: if you don't tell people that you'll be selling something, they won't know to bring money. Our first fundraiser was taking Halloween portraits at the first school dance. None of the club officers ever made posters or announcements in the student bulletin. We made a gross profit of $14. Subtract the $960 I just spent on the camera, lens and tripod to do the shoot, and, drat, we're a bit in the red. We'll have to rethink our marketing strategy before the next effort.

Things I Didn't See

A random assortment of hotness that I might have seen had I been alive on Saturday to hit the Blvd with Don.