Sniff. Honk. Wheeze....

I am, at last, home. I'm glad to say that this weekend was MUCH better than last. Almost good, even! Unfortunately, I feel like crap. Horrendous crap. My nose, my throat, my lungs-- it's all bad. Even better, the weather was utterly fucking psychotic, and we had either sweltering humidity and heat, or torrential rain. I spent most of the weekend with at least some part of me wet-- and not the fun parts, either. Now my voice is going. Oh, and the drive home is just despicable. Why on earth did I think a four-hour commute wouldn't drive me nuts? I HATE driving!


But having said all that? I'm sorry, but this just makes me laugh and laugh. No clue why.

http://wench.org/forums/showthread.php?t=22746




I am spending tomorrow in bed. My replacement Treo should be here by Tuesday. So if there's something urgent I need to know, contact me via email or LJ or the Wench board, or my business phone.

Thud.

WOOT!

http://realmofvenus.renaissanceitaly.net/yourgarb/2008/Catarina.htm

Have a look at THAT, why don't you?

Huzzah!

G-d. My head!

I want a new head. And new lungs.

Oh, well. At least I have my new Treo.