We saw the slappable therapist at 9, I don’t want to talk about it.
Then I took the train to Munich to go to my Other Job. Upheaval abounds at the office, I don’t want to talk about it.
Ever since that stupid pneumonia last September, every time I catch a cold it feels like my trachea’s being sanded. I have a cold right now. And probably pms.
The cat peed on my bed for the second time. Advice, particularly from Laume, is hereby pathetically solicited, re how to get the smell out of the mattress, and also, why is she doing this?
I still have to do the stylesheet for the website for the client I saw last Sunday.
I dunno. I just don’t feel… write-y lately. I feel grumpy instead. And knitty, and listen-to-podcasty. I’ll go do that. Tomorrow I’ll do the stylesheet and then I’ll write about my first baby booties! Oh, and Kelly’s socks.
Song du jour of the day: Genesis, by Michael Hajiyanni. Because, eye candy! Huh? Song sucks? Uh… was there a song too? I didn’t notice.