I try really hard to post every day, because I’ve noticed that if I let one day go, it turns into five. And of course, it would be cruel to make you miss a day of the glamor and fabulousness of my life. Bleah.
So the glamor and fabulousness today consisted mostly of napping. I think there may also have been some laundry, but it was mostly napping. I talked to Mrs Next Door briefly over the fence – I’ve been avoiding her, because I didn’t want to infect her with my disease, but as soon as we greeted eachother in our new-improved basso profundo voices, I knew she already had it. And she’s been to the doctor, and gotten antibiotics for it, so I guess I better go to the doctor too. Apparently, this particular “cold” has been making the rounds here in OurTown, and just waiting for it to go away is not going to work.
Bleh. Tune in tomorrow for more glamor and fabulousness. And probably coughing. Betcha just can’t wait.
Song du jour of the day: Strange Colour Blue, by Madrugada.
Ganked from Kelly…
| You scored as Angel. Angel: Angels are the guardians of all things, from the smallest ant to the tallest tree. They give inspiration, love, hope, and positive emotion. They live among humans without being seen. They are the good in all things, and if you feel alone, don’t fear. They are always watching. Often times they merely stand by, whispering into the ears of those who feel lost. They would love nothing more then to reveal themselves, but in today’s society, this would bring havoc and many unneeded questions. Give thanks to all things beautiful, for you are an Angel.
Pffft. Yeah, right. Angel with hairballs.