I made the niftiest little addition to my page today. I joined ShowStats. Before I cleared the counter to fix the time zones, I had a visit from someone in Belgium.

Hello!

Anyway, my day. I woke up before my alarm today. By an hour. Normally, I would have been happy, but the reason was that I couldn't swallow. All these late nights have given me a terrible cold.

It caught me. That damned bug I've been fighting finally caught me.

Even NyQuil hasn't soothed my poor throat. Ah, poor me. I'm glad I don't have school tomorrow. I spent the day sleeping, eating chicken soup even though I wasn't hungry, and playing with this darn page. I'm hoping to feel better tomorrow. I don't like being sick.

Jeeze...it's cold in here. Hang on...

My room is normally incredible hot all the time, but today I've been dragging this blanket around with me whereever I go. I'm freezing. Oooo...this would be a good time for some hot tea, or coffee and Kahlua! Oh, yeah...Brian went to the store for me. Kahlua and Bailey's Irish Cream for me, vodka for Kristen. We're going to make Mudslides...with ice cream. Yummy. But not tonight...alcohol and NyQuil would be silly. Tomorrow night, if I am well, I'm going to get Brian drunk. He'll be such a cute drunk...I hope. ;)

My sister will be here Friday night. She'll be here the weekend. Pretty cool, huh? Brian and I are planning on taking her and her friend up to Syracuse, maybe see a movie, play some pool, something like that...

I'm going to give myself carpal tunnel typing like this...
Ah...that's better. Now where was I? Oh...my sister. Should be fun.

I'm not feeling creative right now. I can't think of anything worthwhile to say. Nothing. Pathetic, isn't it? I'm going to make myself some tea. Maybe that will perk me up a bit.

I got to the kitchen and decided I didn't really want tea. But I got a nice tall glass of ice water. Mmmmm...cold. Started up my CD player and lit a candle. I really should do something productive, like write the three page essay that's due Thursday. Or one of the labs I have due within the next week. I did read the book I have to do the essay on though. I guess I didn't hate it as much as it felt like I did, because I read every crappy poem in the book. Maybe I was just trying to find something to make my essay interesting. I didn't find it. I just can't get into Wanda Coleman's poetry. Don't ask why. I'm not sure. I just didn't like the poems.

Kristen and I watched Ally McBeal...I like her. She's out there making flat-chested women sexy again. Go Ally! She's doing a fantastic service for all of us! But the fact that it's on right after Melrose Place scares me. Please, please, Mr NetWork Man!! Don't have Ally sleep with the married guy! Ever! That's what Melrose is for!! They can't make EVERYONE on TV morally bankrupt, can they?

Kristen spent the whole show cheering for infidelity. She worries me sometimes.