Is this really only the third post I've made this month? How can that be?
I'm just sitting downstairs, finishing up a '3:10 to Yuma' fanfic that I unexpectedly started last night, watching the last ten minutes of that excellent film. I've been home sick for two days, suddenly stricken at the end of Wednesday, feeling like shit and annoyed at Circumstances. If I had the strength, I'd be mad as hell. But I don't, dammit.
I need a shower and something decent to eat (not Fritos, in other words). And I can smell potatoes baking upstairs.
Hope the folks on my flist are doing better than I am. I don't think I'll get through my friends' view tonight.ETA:
I'm making a note here that I could smell potatoes baking upstairs
just in case I never do again!