August 22nd, 2003

Ugh...

I feel like poo. My sinuses are all wierd, my body aches, and I have a headache. Apparently I have whatever muck is going around that Avery brought back from the pediatrician's office the other day. I also want coffee in the worst way.

I slept for shit last night, every goddamn dog within 20 miles (except for Mollie, I suspect, as she is a good girl) was in on the Twilight Bark™ last night, so I kept having to get up and quiet them.

Tonight we're going to Speakeasy for dinner to meet morgandorferr and his friend, then watching Fight Club since Damien's never seen it before. So hopefully that'll turn out well. I'm all about some Speakeasy, and Fight Club is a kick ass movie. Pardon the pun...

DAMN YOU, VILE ILLNESS/VIRUS/COLD-MUCK!!!!