nononononono...

Ok.
Got everything but the log (what a creative little piece of work,) and th company p[rofile done.
Ok, I can do this.
Only issue now is that I feel like shit.
Ears blocked, sinuses pounding, hard breathing, achey-hurting, for-the-love-of-all-that's-good-give-me-nyquil-stat unwell.
Must make it through until tomorow. After tomorrow I can be sick as a dog; I won't care...
Must call college now.
Must not worry about Fitchburg Cultural Calendar. I can do that after tomorrow, too.
Perhaps a really hot shower...

- K.

Fuckin' Score!

Turns out the higgins site is written up basically like a company profile.
A little nipping there, a little tucking there...
Dude, fuckin' booyah! Instant paper!

*gigles madly*
*realizes the allergies/cold/whatever the fuck it is is still kicking her ass*
*goes back to giggle/coughing*

In other news, no one's home. No one's really been home all day, except Cheech, who left about noon.
I relize now just how used to having another warm body in the house I've gotten.

Hungry, but because of PND, not hungry at the same time. Grrr...
stupid body.
stupid ring.
still not king.

- K.