The Chantastic Blog

So about that presentation I had to do today…

Thankfully, I only suffered through one coughing fit during the presentation, which is really all I could hope for. But that wasn’t the big event of the day. Instead, it was me going to the bathroom 15 minutes before the presentation…and having my zipper break. Seriously - 15 minutes before the presentation. As a side note, there’s nothing quite like having guys stare at you in the washroom as you fiddle around with your zipper while muttering a random assortment of curse words.

The only way to hide this was to do up the bottom two buttons on my suit jacket, and not budge from the podium when doing the presentation. I don’t think wild horses could have dragged me away from that spot for those 10 minutes.

For the first time in literally a week, I was able to sleep without a two hour wait due to coughing fits, nor was my sleep periodically interrupted by the same coughing fits. I slept for 8 hours, then after a 3 hour break of consciousness, slept for another 3 hours. But I’m still a week behind on good sleep, as far as I’m concerned.

Even though I’m over the flu, it led to a mild case of bronchitis, which still leaves me short of breath and induces coughs and involuntary exhaling every once in a while. Good times. The problem gets exacerbated when I’m talking. In other news, I have to do a presentation tomorrow, and went into coughing fits during a couple of the practice runs. This should be interesting…

Here was an original blog post I typed up a few days ago, but didn’t post right away:

Is it just me, or is there something extremely hot about having your Swedish nanny of a wife come to your rescue wielding a golf club, breaking down windows, and dragging you out of your motor vehicle?

I’m going to rescind my thoughts after reading this article about the rumors of what really happened between Tiger and his wife…

This led to an e-mail exchange where my friend Catalina said, “Also he may be cheating on his wife? Has he SEEN his wife?”

She obviously doesn’t believe in the importance of inner beauty like I do…

While I was sick last week, I started entertaining myself in my medicated state by checking out a great site, http://textsfromlastnight.com/. The site is exactly what you think it is. And yes, the texts can be pretty racy, so be forewarned.

Anyway, I was on the site just now, and I think I saw the greatest text I’ve ever seen there.

You can bet this will be one of the sites I frequent with exams coming up and me looking for new ways to continue my epic procrastination.

The last three nights, I’ve been playing a dangerous game by myself. The name of the game is, “How confident are you that you can squeeze another day’s use of toothpaste out of the tube?”

So far, I’m 3-0.

I’ve spent the past week and a half sick, so my place is even more of a spectacular mess than normal. Yet the only reason I’m cleaning up my place just so I can reach the point where I can accurately describe my place as “messy” is because I’ve got extended family coming for a visit tomorrow.

I don’t clean up for functionality, I clean up for superficiality.

There’s also nothing quite like the experience of answering, “10 AM” through gritted teeth when asked what time you normally wake up by the same extended family…

All of a sudden, I have an urge to go to the Andrea Bocelli concert here in Toronto on December 3rd. Failing that, I can also take a quick trip down to Australia on December 6th…