Bah, snow.

Bah, real life.

I got it lit up (and it hasn't set itself or anything else on fire!), and got 8 ornaments on it, but then I had to stop to have a discussion with Dita about whether or not she could eat the tree.

I am sick and yet I have to:

1. Beta for Yuletide

2. Go to the museum with family/extended family

3. Go feed my parents.

I would much rather sit at home and write. I am all Grinchy today.

I almost wrangled my kitchen into submission, and I told the cable guy not to come (cable spontaneously regenerated). I've mostly sorted my recycling, and I might even shred my accumulated credit card offers and finally pay my power bill (it's the only fucking monthly bill that comes in the mail only, and I'm so bad about mail).

But first, I think I should make pancakes.

Feel better, 'Suela.

My sister said she would help me dye my hair stubble purple today, but I need to remember where I put the dye.

I remember dying my hair purple with my sister! Good times, good times. And then we went out and got mistaken for a lesbian couple. Irritating times, irritating times.

Feel better, 'Suela.

I wish. I think I'm getting worse, actually, since in addition to the sinus pain I am now coughing up green stuff, which I can't tell if it's from my lungs or my head. Bah.

Shouldn't have had any wine last night.

I only have to work three days this coming week, yay, but it's the holidays and there's so much to do, and argh.

omg, were y'all aware of the horrors of Avril Lavigne butchering O Holy Night? Deleted that off my iTunes right quick.

OTOH, Mahalia Jackson's Away in a Manager, lovely.

Sounds like you may need some antibiotics, Consuela.

exactly. green = infection.

also neti pot it out.