Paging Linda Blair...

This is you nine o'clock possession call...

( What Demon Lives Inside of Me? )

This is better..

Went to two parties in two days.. one at our place (the bring your own art party) and one down at RJs. Much fun, even if I could barely remember names and faces.

They still wipe me out, but getting out the door and seeing people was fun.

Hack, wheeze, gasp.

So I'm finally finished with everything I need to do, and what happens?

I get a head cold. I'm sitting here stuffed up, sneezing, and hacking up the few bits of lung that still worked. Bleah.

Go crawl into the shower, see if hot water helps. What I need is a steam bath.

Of course, SSF will call tomorrow about a time to come and visit the communications center, and I'll infect everyone there. (Can you tell that my usual cheerful optimism vanishes when I get like this?)