Fever broke a few days ago, thank goodness. But evil chest congestion/cough has spread to nose and sinus. Stupid cooties. I miss my bed. I know I'm with friends for the first time since Christmas, but it would be nice if I could be a little less miserable about the whole thing.
( Colonel Brandon has turned into a holy terror. )
Taking a puppy (at least one as spoiled as CB) on a trip is like taking a new baby. I packed more things for the dog than for me.
People keep asking me to make decisions. I don't want to make decisions, damn it. I want to say "Hey, what are we doing?" and not have to be the one to call around and make it happen. I'm tired and sick and slightly stressed (odd, I know) and I just want to rest. Sleeping in two hour blocks and then getting up to walk the dog, and then trying to fall asleep again just isn't cutting it.
On a completely unrelated note: CSI last week. Grissom. Sara. He does care. That's all I'm saying.
( Colonel Brandon has turned into a holy terror. )
Taking a puppy (at least one as spoiled as CB) on a trip is like taking a new baby. I packed more things for the dog than for me.
People keep asking me to make decisions. I don't want to make decisions, damn it. I want to say "Hey, what are we doing?" and not have to be the one to call around and make it happen. I'm tired and sick and slightly stressed (odd, I know) and I just want to rest. Sleeping in two hour blocks and then getting up to walk the dog, and then trying to fall asleep again just isn't cutting it.
On a completely unrelated note: CSI last week. Grissom. Sara. He does care. That's all I'm saying.