there's no thinking about it, now: i'm sick. thank god for my humidifier, though. i'd hate to imagine how i'd have woken up without it. it's still going to be a long day, though.
went downtown to meet karen for dinner (fish & chips at the lennox) and a movie (hitch) last night. i can't believe i haven't seen her since the beginning of january! i'm a bad person.
it must be spring, because i've had sex on the brain all stupid week long. anybody want to come over and make out?
there could be something wrong with how excited i am about being able to go straight home tonight, get into my pjs, do as much or as little as i care to and go to bed as early at 8:30 if i'm so inclined.
there is a very thin line between sensual and sleezy. i feel sorry for those people who will never learn where it is.
no, really, does anyone want to come over and smooch for a couple of hours?
i love daffodils.
you know what makes me unreasonably happy? coming home to find a voicemail message from someone left only because they wanted me to have someone saying "welcome home" at the end of a hard day.
now, about that kissing...
amendment: jeremy points out that i invited kissing immediately after stating i'm diseased. it's not a gross kind of sick, just a low-level stuffy head, weary, body ache sick. and, really, once symptoms present, you're not contagious any longer, so c'mon... bring on the kissing!
If I was at all into that, I would totally suggest that we hook up and solve our respective smooching dilemmas in one fell swoop. Alas, I am locked into a lifetime contract with one team only.
by the way... that is the crazy kind of stuff my brain comes up with when i comment.
argh! he has a mug for a head! or is that just his mug shot?
groan