I'm home sick again. I went to the doctor, and it's some sort of sinus headache. The people in the apartment upstairs sound like they are coming through the ceiling onto my head, with their boxspring, at any minute. It literally sounds like they are throwing the box spring against the wall. Not in a sex way, just in a javelin-substitution way. So much for my relaxing bed-rest.

In other news, the card-swiper-face has become a cyclops. And I officially have watched too many movies. I feel like the Berenstein Bears and Too Much TV. Really ready to go back to work tomorrow, even if things are busy there. I also am ready to wear real clothes again. I am getting tired of pajamas and tomorrow promises good weather.