Mucous Gnomes?

So my friend Shannon battled these fiends and sent them packing--to MY door apparently. I am illin. And not in a hip, Beastie Boys kinda way. Just feel like I've been run over by one of those big highway asphalt rollers. And like there is a tiny, but perpetual flame in my upper chest. And like my face is stuffed with fiberglass.

I don't get sick often, but when I do it's ugly. And it's almost always on my days off. Case in point... I started to feel bad Monday morning. Muddled through work in a fog--almost asked to leave early but stuck it out--then came home and went to bed at 8pm because I felt so low. The past two days have been days off. I slept almost 12 hours last night and I'm feeling minimally better. I'll probably be right as rain by tomorrow morning, when I am scheduled to go back to work at 7am. *sigh*

On a brighter note, I sized some photos of my best friend's little one.

She was almost 3 months old when these were taken. I don't know nuthin about babies, but it seems to me that she was pretty advanced, as far as sitting up and taking note of things is concerned. And damn, she's just cute!


I'm off to dress myself and try to get my Xterra to pass the Emissions test so I can get re-registered. That should be a boatload of fun to sit through with a hacking cough and upper body riddled with phlegm.