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My head feels like a football... does it look like a football? Feeling: iddescribabuble. I've successfully caught the whateveritisnastybug that's going around, and my head is full of cotton and my throat is full of steel wool. But I have NyQuil and hot tea and NO MORE FINALS so this is all fine by me. I have a beautiful week and a half of empty days before I head to Hometown for Christmas, and I'm thinking to fill it with Angel reruns, egg nog, reading, writing, and maybe a bit of D&D, if the boys are up for it. I'm excited. And off to bed. (I promise to get better so we can paint the town red on Monday, sis... or at least a very, very bright shade of orange.) Comments? 1 so far... | Procrastination finally grows some teeth - 2010-11-29 Necessity: the Mother of Invention - 2010-11-29 Enforced Work Ethic - 2010-11-28 A Week of Perfect Nothings - 2010-11-28 4 more days - 2010-11-27 Alms for the Poor? |