I’m feeling better, thanks for asking. My nose seems to have finally started to dry out, I’m on the last day of my period, and I only seem to have a cough at the end of the day. Eddie’s been bargaining with me to get me to take the Buckley’s, the most vile substance known to mankind, as well as giving me a liberal coating of Vapo-Rub before bed, which is not nearly as sexy as it sounds. Yesterday I spent the majority of the day on the couch, curled up under a blanket, watching the BBC America channel all day.

Unfortunately, Supertech is still sickly with a fever. Poor girl. She needs a guy to rub her with Vapo-Rub I think. Preferably a non-freaky guy.

I should get dressed. Today we’re expecting to get some rain from Hanna, and we still need to go out and get some groceries and things for this week. I’d like to play a bit of WoW perhaps, and work on my crochet a little bit. My current work in progress is making one of these in various shades of green and blue. It’s worked from the inside out to the edges, and so far I’ve managed to get the two inside rounds and a few diamonds on the third round.

I’d also like to check out the tattoo shop up the street from here and see if they’ve got any sort of portfolios in the shop so I can check out what they can do. With any sort of luck we’ll have our check from the old apartment this week and can start working on more ink, so I’d like to check these guys out and see what they think they can do to fix my chest piece.

And so, with the last few weeks of summer dwindling away, I find myself calling out of work with a fever and a head so packed full of snot that it’s a wonder that I haven’t been hired on to produce the slime for Ghostbusters 3. Thankfully the fever has gone down without the assistance of any cowbell, however I’ve got a cough that I hope doesn’t stick around.

Eddie was the bestest husband ever, making me a HUGE pot of broccoli and cheese soup with little oyster crackers in it. After dinner, he bought me 4 boxes of tissues, one for pretty much any place I’m likely to sit down in. And just this second, he jammed a thermometer in my mouth to determine if I do, in fact, need more cowbell (for the record, I don’t). He did lose points by taking the crocheted Jayne hat off of me.

I think we’re hitting the last really nice weather of the year this week. It’s about 83F outside, and it’s comfy as hell. Or maybe it’s just comfy because I’m in lounge pants and one of those super-unflattering tank tops with the built in fake bras (with a real bra on as well, because no fake bra can handle my ginormous tits). It’s sunny with just a hint of a breeze, no humidity, and it’s just plain nice. Tomorrow, however, is going to be nasty outside. Here’s a look out my front door. See our happy little gnomes? The flamingos? How can you take this weather away from us?

The other night I had the most insane dream. I’m not sure if I was actually starring in it, or if I was just watching it, but it involved the recently released sequel to The Lost Boys, and involved Corey Feldman as a vampire who was totally trying to suck on Corey Haim’s neck. Now, I’ve never actually seen the new movie, so I’ve got no idea whether or not this is what happens, but I can probably assume that my dream was better than the movie.

Alrighty, I’m off to make my way to the couch to crochet. Or nap. Whichever comes first.

I’m feeling better. Eddie brought me chicken tenders on Friday night because I was able to eat half a can of soup without tossing my cookies, but made me agree that I would not drown them in hot sauce as is my normal procedure for such food, so I ate the most bland tenders ever. Yesterday I ate some popcorn chicken for lunch and then had actual meat for dinner, neither of which gave me much trouble aside from sitting in my stomach like a lump of concrete. I’m still a little low-feeling, probably a bit of leftover dehydration and all the fun that goes with that sort of thing.

Eddie took the truck to get inspected on Friday and it didn’t pass. According to the garage it will be about $1500 worth of work, which is bullshit because I priced out the parts and it’s about $250 worth of parts at most from what I can see. So I’m going to call Dad today and see if he can fix the broken bits if we buy the parts, or if he knows some unscrupulous garage that would be willing to pass the truck for us, because we’re good people and all, and good people drive safe vehicles. Right?

We’ve pretty much finished the living room at the new place, and it looks fantastic in blue and white. The trim needs to get done again because when we did the white walls yesterday it became apparent that “Brilliant White” is not the same as “White”, or as Eddie calls it “not white”. The kitchen is nearly finished as well, with just the cabinet doors to be put up. They all would have been put up last week, except that I underestimated how many screws it takes to put up 21 cabinet doors and had missed about a dozen hinges in my original painting of them (they were hiding under some newspaper on the counter), so they needed to get painted yesterday as well. And I’m going to paint the kitchen bricks white, because they look terrible and it will drive me crazy until I make them match because I’m just that OCD about that sort of thing. Unfortunately we forgot to take the camera over there again this week so there are no updated pictures, but I promise some next week.

In geekier news, our WoW guild is coming back together as strong as ever after the original founding GM left. We’ve got 3 healers (druid, a paladin, and a priestly level 70 bank-alt), so we did a bunch of instance runs over the past few weeks to see how well everyone works together and we’ve got a decent flow with each other which is fantastic. It also helps that during these runs everyone who doesn’t have much experience with the eleventy-billion Outland instances (*cough*me*Eddie*cough*) has gotten some fairly decent new gear out of them.

I’ve gone through approximately 75% of a roll of toilet paper between the ass-plosions and cleaning my face up after throwing up. You can imagine what my ass feels like right now.

Somehow I don’t think that this weekend is going to be very good here at home.

I’m battling a cough that tends to show up just as we get comfortable in bed or on the couch or, even worse, in the middle of the night. The night before last, Eddie went out and slept on the couch because I wouldn’t stop, and so last night I went out and slept in the living room at the first sign of coughing. He gets annoyed about this (or so I’m made to feel anyway). I feel like I’m fucked either way, because regardless of which one of us sleeps out in the living room, one of us is going to be pissed off; he’s pissed because I can’t just turn the coughing off and nothing helps it, I’m pissed because I don’t feel like he should have to sleep on the couch because of my problems, not to mention the fact that he’s a foot taller than me and it isn’t entirely comfortable out here.

Eddie doesn’t feel good today, which means that he’s snarky at me for no good reason whatsoever. I’m off my meds and trying to adjust to actually responding rationally to him being bitchy towards me, thus I snark right back at him (even if I think I had every right to do so). I’m not tired, and he is, so I’m essentially alone while he sleeps, having to keep quiet so as not to wake him up out here.

We’re fighting over the iPod because I have maybe 15 CDs that I really like compared to his 300 or so in the cases, and he doesn’t seem to like anything that I want to put on it, but I lost 3gb of MP3s during the move last summer when my external drive died, so none of my music is really getting put on it unless I want to download all of my stuff all over again and import it all over again. And yet I’m told, “Can you at least put some music on it that I like too?” I’m sorry, but aside from experimenting with importing some FFXI MP3s (which I deleted afterward), it’s all stuff he likes, because it’s all his CDs that I’m importing. His Tenacious D, his Tragically Hip anthology, his Spice Girls, Bif Naked and Brittany Spears… there’s maybe 2-3 songs on each CD that I actually like enough to listen to.

And this is all petty shit, I realize, but it’s my petty shit, and if I want to sulk about it, then I will.