new year's eve and santa brought me a cold for christmas. gee golly, santa, thanks!
at home with the dogs i played and i played, and i broke up dogfights, and ate too much food, but still managed to shed some pounds (i do that at home, it's the oddest thing, must be all of that new york city hoofin'). and here i am and i am full of snot and not wanting to go out this evening.
not that i am really going out, i am going to the hardware sorcerer's house for her new year's eve bash (the boyfriend and i have thrown parties for the past four years, and now we pass the torch), and she and her boyfriend will have their friends and our friends over, and we will all have fun.
and then home with the sniffles for me, and then up in the morning to come into work the next day.
hurrah?
gojason:
I should just write a script that automatically enters "sorry you're sick, get better soon!" in all my friends journals. Practically everyone I know IRL and half of my friends here are down with the crude. Hope you're better soon and have a great new year!