Am sick. Am deathly ill. Am ready to shuffle off this mortal coil. Could not be less interested in updating. But must! Must!

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O okay, it's just a cold, and it's the same damn cold that everyone and his brother have been getting lately, but now I have it, so it is very important and interesting!

Well, maybe not interesting, per se, but that won't stop me from talking about it at great length!

So yesterday I was at work and everything was hunky and it was dory, and then, around 1p, I started feeling something in the back of my throat. At 2p I could feel the back of my nose and I was starting to ache. At 3p I was at death's door.

It's not nice to get sick at work, Lord knows, but it was pretty handy in a way, since I was able to get everything done that needed getting done, as well as tell The Raccoon that I wouldn't be seen dead at work today. I'd be dying at home instead.

I slept from 10p 'till 12p. Sort of.

I wasn't actually asleep for the whole fourteen hours, you see. I got up to go to the bathroom about ten times, and every time I went to bed after that I had to pet the cats for awhile, and break up the fights right next to my face, and put on my covers because I was cold, and take off my covers because I had a fever, and turn over because my neck ached, and blow my nose.

I probably was asleep for eight or nine hours out of the fourteen.

So, am I going to stay home all day in my jammies and recuperate?

Nope! I'd like to, Lord knows, but Scott Anderson is in town, and he's leaving tomorrow so this is my only chance. I can't think of that many other people that I would stagger out of my sick bed and lurch into town in order to meet!

Today's horoscope:
Taking financial stock is a good idea. Balance the checkbook, review a budget, consider expenses, or look over retirement and investment plans.

One year ago today:
I really am Ulee the Hedgehog Girl.

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