Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Dial F for FURDER

I'm as sick as two dogs, right, had been trying to fend a cold off for a week or more and yesterday it blew up with full force, like a snot Krakatoa. I feel crummy, yet, as I know that I am the sole contact some of you have with the outside world [the pressure!], here I am back at it.


Went to bed last night feeling like death, but slept soundly until 3:34 am when the Idiot Twins decided it was high time they had engaged in fuzzy fisticuffs. They are lucky they were not put down.


Was then awake for an hour and change, listening to my head throb.


The Bride slept through the whole thing...



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