So damned tired.

But this time, at least I was up for a good reason.

Kadin called, y'see... after my efforts getting in touch with him, he knew it was ok, and so he called, and I am VERY glad. I've missed his voice, missed hearing him whimper and meow at me, missed... well, everything about him.

Missed him from top to bottom.

Grr, argh.

And I need to get in touch with Slash, I've been a dweeb and totally spaced him off of late - not really that odd, considering that I've been totally spacing off a lot of things, actually.

I'm supposed to meet some guy downtown on Sunday, and I'm thinking about cancelling it - I feel like shit, I've got zits from hell thanks to the stress and the evilness of my skin, I'm overweight, underintelligent, and uninspired... geh.

So fuck it. I can meet odd guys some other time, not today. And not Sunday.

Saturday Hida wants to call... I'm hoping I'll be around and functional, but I'm not betting on it, sadly. The way my body feels today, I'll be lucky if my voice is even working.

I hate colds.

I particularly hate the clingy, achy kind of cold that makes it impossible to breathe, or swallow, or do much of anything, cos you feel so shitty. Dave Barry is right, the scientists are right, air IS made up of zillions and zillions of little tiny molecules, and I can feel every damned one of them. Evil things. They are tormenting me and they won't go away.

I am almost looking forward to Grr going into labor, because hey, at least it will give me something to do.

Right now, I can't concentrate on photoshop, none of my games hold my interest, even reading is hard. It sucks - I'm bored stiff and can't do anything about it. So I sit on the sofa, snuffling, and watch QVC.

This is an amazing thing, actually... QVC is, if you do NOT have access to a credit card, pretty cool... you know you're not going to buy anything so you can just look at the pretty jewelry and spiffy toys and odd little products and listen to the soothing voice of the host-of-the-hour... it's like listening to ocean waves, only more sparkly and generally a bit less natural.

Still comforting, though.

Just a little bit more reassurance that we still live in a capitalist country, that there are still people spending money.

*shrugs*

Now if only it were ME spending the money... *chuckles, pads off to take yet another dose of NyQuill in hopes of another hour of sleep at some point*