Bah. Path issues with a hostee. Says it doesn't work and yet it publishes. Shouldn't work and yet it will; should work and yet it won't. Enough to drive a person bonkers.

Throat so sore. Hate sore throats. Love came home sick Friday, pushed through for Disney Saturday, and gave me his germs sometime between then and Sunday. Woke up this morning with a raw and yet phlemy sore throat. Bah. Cleaned the damned apartment today - despite being ill and despite my Love knowing I got sick from him, he still asked me to do it "if I had a chance" (translation: If I didn't it'd be a big fight) - and now he wants to watch a movie or something. Guess I'll go do that.

Feel like poop. I hate sore throats.

~ flowers bloom near Memory and Dream at 2/9/2004 07:48:29 PM ~ ~