Plague! Plaaague!

"Hey Kim. It's the plague-carrier again."

Not going into work again today. Bleah. Ick. Various other gross and disgusting noises.

I didn't sleep well last night, between the dreams, the not breathing, and Laurier playing with his fuzzy ball at 3am and falling into the laundry hamper. Little maggot-brained fuzzy-beast shakes the bed like an earthquake when he's playing.

I'm down to my last cough drop, so I'm going to ignore the blandishments of the big blond lap blanket and make a strategic foray into the grocery store.

Feeling better

Last night I had all of the attention span of a gnat. Today I've upgraded to flea level, I think. Oof.

The bank's finally processed my car payment check, and they'll be sending me the title. Eventually. Grr. I don't think the buyer quite planned for this eventuality, but at this point, there's not much I can do.

I tried reading more of Lackey, Flint and Freer's Shadow of the Lion, but there's too much intrigue. I got lost inside of three pages.

I played Civ3, got bored, played solitaire, got bored, and then played a little more Civ3. I know better than to attempt Pharaoh at this point - not with these fumble fingers I don't.

My room's degenerated to the point of having no free flat surfaces - they're all covered with crap, but do I actually want to try to clean it up? Nah. That would also require focusing.

As would reading. As would rooting through my vids - I don't need any more bunnies. As would sewing. Maybe crocheting?