In Light of Haiti, YUD’s Woes Seem Rather Miniscule
Posted on Wednesday, January 13th, 2010 at 3:54 pm
A quick donation request: I know you were about to donate to me, all of you wildly generous people, but instead, donate to Haiti, okay? You’ve all heard about the earthquake, right? Well, a donation is as easy as texting 90999 on your cell and writing “HAITI” in the text message. The phone co. will add 10 bucks to your cell phone bill, and God knows that thing is so high you’ll never even notice. I just did it, and it was easy-breezy-peasy. I also hear you can donate through your Amazon one-click capability on the Red Cross website. Anyone done that?
Or, check out the White House blog for other donation options. Because as bad as the unemployed may have it, I dare say the poor people in Haiti have it quite a bit worse right now.
Now, on to our regularly scheduled programming…
In direct contrast to yesterday’s boastful post about how I’m all better and such, I’m actually not all better. I tossed and turned and coughed violently all night, getting my neighbor o’ the thin walls back for Screamgate ‘09 most heartily, and there was really nothing she could do about it. Still, I felt bad and tried to suppress my coughs, and you know what happens then. They come back with a vengeance!
Alas, especially as I had plans for this week that included me actually wearing something other than sweatpants, and not using up an entire tissue box in one sitting.
During my time out of the house today I plan to purchase some TheraFlu which hopefully will knock me out enough to sleep better than I do on my high-powered cough syrup from 2007 that I’m a bit scared of a) because it’s 3 years old and b) because it bears a warning that taking more than the recommended amount may lead to breathing troubles. Eek.
Anyway, all this is to say, my whinging seems rather self-indulgent when compared to the troubles of people who are covered in rubble and may have lost friends and family and homes to an earthquake. So, donate! For goodness sakes, don’t let Brad and Angie show you up. They’re such PR whores.
