A very difficult night.

When I got home from work yesterday, I decided I wasn't even going to bother with the Giants game (we ended up losing -again) but just eat, do email, and go to bed. I figured a good night's sleep was just what I needed with kshandra over at dafydd's place.

Oh, the best laid plans of mice and men..

About 2100, I start coughing.. Really hacking, to the point of nausea. More cough syrup. My allergies have crusted one eye shut, so I have to clean that to get depth perception back. As I'm washing my face, I realize that even though it's a fairly mild evening, and I'm stark naked, I'm dripping sweat. Yup, the fever's back, with a vengeance.

Mutter curses, and go back to bed... when the local kids start screaming in the space between buildings. I mutter more curses, then sit up and grab for the phone. The little monsters are trying to bash in the heads of the cats who live back there! Call 911, and really wish I had a cattle prod. I would have gone down myself, but I was so shaky at that point I wasn't sure how a confrontation with a 12 year old would turn out.

To pass the time, I get up and bundle up (I know from past experience that burning out a fever works for me) and get on the computer. Cops come, and roust the kids. (Two cars, and they were out there for a while. I imagine there was a lecture to the parents involved.) Figure that I'm awake, so I'll play Madden. Wildcats win huge against the hapless Titans.

Finally go back to bed around 0230. The fever broke in that time, and my throat appears to be on the verge of healing, so I better be kicking this thing completely before Baycon.

And the award goes to...

Best run-up for a rock song: U2 - Where The Streets Have No Name

Weird.

I'm suddenly craving a pizza with chili on it. Very strange.

Foaming Suds of Wrath

Someday, I want my own laundry room. That's it. Kirsten and I could win the lottery and my first desire in our dream house would be my own space to do our laundry.

Why, do you ask. is this such an issue? Because I've been trying to get a load done all day. I really fell behind when I was sick, and need to do at least one load so I have clean clothes for work tomorrow and Monday. The machine has been full all day. Just went down again, and not only was it full of clothes.. but whoever was doing their stuff had let it fill with water and then lifted the lid! This is a cheap-ass way to soak clothes.

I may be up until midnight trying to wash one bloody load.

I'm doomed.

Round Table has a new offer: Parmesan Twists, order of 12.

I shall be one bloated, happy, penguin later tonight...

Denied!

They got my order wrong!

Instead of 12 twists, I got three, and wings. I don't even like wings.