If the pressure in my head (created by my sinuses) would just relieve itself, I would feel tons better. If I could cough without it hurting so damned much I'd feel better. If I could slap John with a flamin' (and yet curiously still frozen on the inside) pop tart while an elephant drives in circles on a motorcycle and a seal bangs a kipper on the table, I would feel better. Do I simply ask too much? Hmmmm... ::gets a faraway and dreamy look in eyes:: Perhaps I just need to watch the Margaret Cho movie this evening, drink some more chamomile tea, and not think so much.
I ripped all of my Buckley EP's to MP3 so I can put the boxed set up and never play the cd's. Thank you again, Damien - I love it, it was without hesitation the best present I got for Mythmas! Cole got a Play Station 2 from Santa Claus, so he's been a video gaming demon since yesterday. He stops occaisionally to eat. Avery got 3,092,385 toys, all of which make noise and according to her method of playing with things by using her tongue on them liberally, they all taste delicious! I wouldn't let her lick the side of the garbage can while I was in the kitchen earlier, so she angrily looked at me and waved a clenched fist while screaming "BAD!" I'm not sure if she's accusing me, confessing to something, or trying to give me a nickname. Could be any or all of those things. Yowp.