I woke up this morning with a wicked head cold. I turned off my alarm and told myself that if I looked at my clock again before 630, I would get up and go to work, but if it was after 630, I would call in sick. When I looked at my clock at 628 that seemed like the worst rule ever.
So I'm at work, but I'm only here by the grace of the Dayquil, which does a fairly good job of eradicating symptoms, but leaves me totally high as a kite. It took me like 30 minutes to type that sentence. Maybe longer. Once, when I was in college, I took some Dayquil just because, when I wasn't sick at all, and I kid you not, everything had tracers. That stuff is serious. And probably I'm giving myself cancer.
I want to watch the VP debate tonight, but my lack of TV puts a damper on that. I might drive to my mom's house? I dunno.
Oh I've been playing around on Goodreads, since Lil Sass directed me over there. I'm pretty sure I like it.
I'll try again tomorrow.