Honest to goodness sick day

Me and my kleenex box, we're having a bonding moment. Also, me and my water bottle. It's raining, a light mist that I can't really see unless I squint toward the Bay a little. Grey and misty, and not too cold - pajamas ans socks seem comfortable, and I think, most importantly, the light. No sunlight, just filtered daylight that's made it through the clouds. And that's ok. If it were sunny and I was sick, I'd be more miserable because I'd want to be outside and active, and only felt up to sitting by my windows and lazing.

No, this is more comfortable, a misty gray day with misty gray light and a head full of snot. Whee!

Addendum: (since the client's being a snotty little bitch)
Took a look at the lease, and we are liable for the utilities. However, we had a verbal agreement with Chuckles at the beginning that he'd get the bill, split it upstairs/downstairs, and let us know what to pay. He hasn't been doing that. He has been charging Gordon directly for utilities, and then not been paying. So, in addition to us changing the bills to our name and paying them and getting the downstairs guys to pay us, we need to get Chuckles to fork over the cash that Gordon's been handing him for the utilities (that are coming off of our bill!)

Fuckity fuckfuckfuck. I'm going to go hug my teddy bear and then play Pharoah, where I can just chop the heads off of asswipes like Chuckles.

Ticket stuff

Apparently, to get special fan club priority seating, you need to take your fan club letter/membership (mailed 1st class today), your photo id, and your pretty little ass on down to the venue to get tickets. Ah... no. Don't think so. Sorry boys, your asses ain't sparkly enough for me to brave Tacoma (much less Portland) at 5 on a Friday. The Internet is my Friend.