Twitter is fantastic for microblogging about being sick. If you follow me there, you've heard about every icky turn. Now I've got a steroid shot chugging through my system, and I feel a dozen times better. Those steroid shots? Are amazing.

Question: Do you ever get tinnitus when you've got a headcold? I'm used to day-after tinnitus after I attend a particularly loud concert, but over the last few days, I've started experiencing tinnitus even though I haven't been to a concert recently. I'm hoping this is related to being stuffed up, and not a new onset of permanent tinnitus. I wasn't banking on that for another 15 years at least!

I missed what was surely a great show at the Drunken Unicorn on Friday night: The Airborne Toxic Event was playing, but the idea of taking a bad cold into a smoky, damp, crowded, unventilated basement room seemed like the best way to end the lives of both me and every underage hipster in Atlanta. And since those dear little over-eyelinered wacky-legginged kids are the reason the bands I like come to Atlanta, I wish them no ill and elected to keep from ruining their uninsured immune systems.

I've been feeling distinctly up-and-down about work over the last few months, but I had a really good chat with my manager this morning that left me feeling reassured and better than I've felt in a while about how I'm doing. I have a brain that is much more interested in the big picture than all the smaller ones, which means that I'll have really good testing moments like recognizing deficiencies in requirements coupled with really hare-brained ones wherein cosmetic screen problems don't even blip on my radar. I feared that this big-picture proclivity was going to be at odds with the little things I need to catch, but I'm learning the... the mental muscle-memory, if you will, of routinely checking the same things continuously, of knowing each screen's and each functionality's ways-this-can-be-wrong and making sure they're all good. I'm consciously and proactively getting better at my job, which is one of those universally Good things.

My newest discovered joy is watching Layla and Prodigy play around, in, and on top of the doghouse in the back yard. (They'll both jump on top of it. Only Prodigy will go inside.) Some afternoon soon, I'm going to videotape their antics so you can see the delight of the cat and the dog romping in the grass together.

March has gone much more quickly than January or February, and I don't think I'm going to have a musical find in March. That's okay. The weather right now is too nice to be spent hunkering over MySpace pages or huddling in dark venues. That time is better spent when it's too cold or too hot to be outside.

Spring weather is good for me. The sick-and-dizzy is passing, and I'm going to have a fine April.