enough

After being on the verge of sickness for over a week, I'm officially achy and head-achy...a sitution not improved by the bawling baby in the building next to ours (which I swear they prop up against the open window so as to project the sound--along with the sound of the dogs that inevitably start barking because of the crying--to the whole neighborhood.) I'm just lying in bed all day watching Drop Dead Diva, loving Mouse for bringing me soup, and still taking care of Gold Line issues via email.

friday the 13th

It's Friday the 13th, an all around bad day. Artur has a hangover, bad...one of those migraine type things, I'm worried about Lisa's marriage, and Jessica (Who) Ettman didn't pass the California bar.

hump

Im not looking forward to going to the vascular surgeon tomorrow, is all I'm saying. So I'll drown my sorrows in watching Veronica Mars, wishing there were more books of the Hunger Games series and eating healthy, WW approved meals and snack....which doesn't really sound like drowning anything, when you think about it.