I'm having one of those days where Murphy's Law is in full effect. Couple that with Mercury Retrograde, and you'll understand why I never got out of my pajamas today.
It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to get up at 7:30 (am, smartypants) and head in to help out a friend with some work she needs done, get home and make dinner, then go get Sandra at the airport. Instead I've been battling a sore throat and falling in and out of consciousness amid a flurry of e-mail miscommunication and all sorts of other hiccups and nonsense.
The weird thing is although I'm annoyed, I'm not... I don't know. Flummoxed about it? Wanting to impale anyone? It sucks that today is raining mild crap (on an otherwise lovely day), but by the same token it's not bothering me quite the same way. So is this progress, or just indifference? Maybe it's both.
Anyway. This is my way of warning you not to expect too much out of me blog-wise over the next... oh, week or so. I'm taking care of myself because I can't be sick for the debut of In The Flesh, nor for Sandra's visit, next week's impending move, and I'm sure as hell not going to be ill for Spain! I may drop in a note here and there, where I can... but just as a cautionary measure, I'm thinking it won't happen until after I move.
Did I mention I'm moving on the new moon? Trippy.
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Give Sandra a big hug for me!
Feel better! In the Flesh will go great tonight.
I probably won't be able to make it, though. Boo to me!
Honey, lemon, duvet, weepy movies on DVD, and a couch.
Feel better.
Good luck with the sickness, and the move, and the Sandra. :)
I love when Buffy says that to monster-Giles! I'm so going to have to watch that ep now.
