snotty but alive

well, okay, maybe jim didn't really give me his cold. that's kind of hard to do when you've never actually shared the same breathing space as someone. but, he was the snotty one last week, and we do spend a lot of time on icq together. i thought it was a good try. it's actually more likely that i got it from meghan, but she doesn't have a site for me to link to (yet). i'm back at work for the mean time. if it wasn't for some web stuff that Must Be Done by friday, i'd still be in bed. i'm a little less snotty and a lot less headachy today, but i can't keep a body temperature for more than five minutes. hot. cold. hot. cold. although, i may have spoken too soon. i thoroughly expect the noise and expected conversation to bring out the worst in my symptoms by lunch time. i think i'll put up a sign on my desk that says: SICK AND CRANKY. APPROACH AT OWN RISK. i'm not even kidding about that. there's not a lot else to say, really. i wanted to tell you about the screaming grocery store child, but then i realized the cashier ripped me off by $1.80 and the screaming suddenly seemed warranted. i also wanted to wax poetic about my search for an apartment where i can put the bed i need so desperately, but there's very little progress on that front. i haven't even figured out how much more i can afford to pay in rent, so that makes serious looking kind of difficult. all i really want to do is buy that camera and take pictures. i guess that means i better buy a lottery ticket this week. $25million could buy a lot of free time. don't forget, valentines if you want 'em. just email your address to bemyvalentine@fubsy.net. and, to answer a common question: no, i'm not a stalker. sheesh, you people are a suspicious lot.