Is this Bizarro World?

.
Still feeling crappy unless I load up on OTC meds, no x-ray results and my left ear is full of fluid or whatevah it is that infected ears fill with. I swear, if my ear would drain, I would at least feel a little more human ...

Since an empty fridge waits for no woman, yesterday I made a grocery run. I needed to print out my last 6 online class lessons, too, so I chose SuperTarget, as it's right next to Office Max. I hate printing tons of stuff at home, since a new laser cartridge is so damn expensive. I've printed all my class stuff at FedEx/Kinkos (you can send them print jobs online) until now, but since they make you wait for the stuff, I figured I'd give Office Max a whirl. Walked in, handed them the USB key, and walked out 10 minutes later with everything printed and 3-hole-punched. I'll be a highlighting fool in a little while, as I am way behind on my classes.

At SuperTarget, I made a spin through the toy department just to see if there was anything cool on clearance, and had the bizarro-world experience of running into Bean shopping with Dave and Miss O. Contrary to popular belief, the world did *not* spin off it's axis with the two of us in one place ... at least I don't think it did, but I've got this middle ear thing kind of screwing with my balance ...

Bean was excited to see me, and told me she wanted to come with me as she was "tired of being around boys". I reminded her that Miss O was there, too, and that she missed her daddy when she wasn't with him. Her response? "Not that much." Ouch. I spent a few minutes with her while Dave and Miss O stayed away (O would have been very unhappy to have me leave if she saw me), and then convinced her to go back to Dave. The rest of the experience was punctuated by texting back and forth about where we were in the store and ended with me sending "I'm out" when I left. My life is just weird sometimes.

I swear, I'm going to call my doctor tomorrow and ask if I have swine flu. I can't shake the cough and I'm still running fevers on and off. If those jerks would ever call me about my chest x-ray at least I'd know what *isn't* wrong. Grrr ...
.