well i'm not sick anymore.
you can stop being buggered off if you like.
actually i am still a little bit sick but not very much.  i had a fairly bad cold that kept me couch ridden for the long weekend and then while i went to work wednesday and after i did not enjoy it much at all.  if you want you could possibly read that to mean completely miserable.

during this time i once again managed to prove, however, the inherent idiocy in the male of the species.  about nine months ago a friend of mine put into my head the idea that instead of my having my TV and etc in a little nook in my living room that i should have it in an armoire out in the main room and that the room itself should be reordered to center around this armoire.  well, centre around it in one way and not so much in another.
   after about 7 months of trying to decide if i thought that this was a good idea, whether or not i could handle such a monumental change in my living atmosphere and what kind of crack i would have to be on to undertake the monumental task it was going to be to move the stuff in my living room around.  you might think, 'he lives in a small apartment, he can't have very many major pieces of furniture to move around.'  and you would be right in thinking this but perhaps you are overlooking a couple of things. one - in limited space, finding somewhere to put a new major piece of furniture while you move the other pieces around, or just finding a place to put one of the existing pieces while you try to move the other pieces into the hole you are attempting to free up is a challenge.  two - in a small apt, when you start taking the little things off of shelves, tables, pedestals, skalids and etc, well, you very very quickly run out of places too put them. 
   there is of course no floor space as that is all necessary for the movement of the larger pieces.  one might think, choose one of the other rooms.  and to some extent i did, however, the kitchen will almost instantly fill itself with the cardboard exoskeletons of the armoire that i will have bought and in this particular case there would be other considerations for the bedroom.
   you see, after about 7 months of thinking i then set out to search out the perfect armoire. i never found the perfect one, but being the incredibly impatient shopper that my sex has gifted me to be, i did find one i was going to be happy with.  At ikea.  Plane but attractive.  Of course, they were out of local stock and i had to await for the ship to achieve dock in montreal and then trek across the country.  Place in-between this activity my coming down with a bad might-have-been-SARS-if-i'd-bothered-to-check-the-symptoms illness.  So boom, my armoire arrives with a must be picked up by or we are selling it to someone with the balls to come and get it date that falls smack dab in the middle of my illness.
   What do i do? call and beg for an extension? hell no! i risk life and limb and most importantly the health of those around me to take the bus out to the middle of nowhere where my father picks me up, takes me to ikea and we bring the armoire home to my apt.  If a new armoire in one piece takes up a lot of room in an apt, try to imagine for a second a new armoire in 5 component boxes.  and this is where i get stupid.
   after a day and a half of stepping over armoire doors encased in a protective cellulose wrapping, i am feeling better. better enough to say to myself, 'i can at least start putting it together'  well, half an hour into that process i was well into a fever and continuing on with the process with nary a thought to my own well being (did i mention the typical male stupidity yet?) this same thought-free existence had me work on the armoire and rearranging the living room for the next 5 days.  it would have likely have gone much quicker if the same stupidity hadn't given me guilt feelings and the need to go to work and be miserable there as well. 
   you know how sometimes super villains in movies build these huge scale models of cities that come up to people's waists just so that the hero can stumble upon them at some point in the movie and have the dastardly plans drawn out for him in imagery large enough to fit through his hero-thick skull?  you know how they do this sweeping shot of the model that makes the city look so big and highlights the tower effect of all of the buildings?  got an image?  well this was my coffee table, my end table and a number of other surfaces as i piled the stuff up, so i could move other things about.
   these piles evolved and grew over days, sometimes shrinking, other times swelling.   and the reason that i didn't use the bedroom?  well where did you think that i would drag my sweaty sickly carcus after a long day of misery and toil so i could fall into a recuperative coma?  right, the bed. oh the sweet heavenly bed.

   anyways. it's done now.  so far i hate it.  but i think it will grow on me.  i just need to make a few changes.....sigh.....i'm going to bed.