The dogs woke me up at 8 on the dot demanding breakfast. Since tomorrow is a work day, I am loathe to return to bed, so here I am on the Internet until it's a decent time to call Llew.
He's wanting to come over today, despite my being ill. He seems to think that I am no longer contagious and I'm probably not; however, I'm a bit iffy on taking the chance of giving him this skank. I'll probably call him around 11 and see if he's still wanting to visit. I have no idea what we could do to pass our time, though. I don't feel like doing anything really but lying about and trying to sleep away my infection.
After I fed the dogs, I turned on the television to find a documentary on the making of The Lord of the Rings. Even after watching the first two movies over the past couple of days, I still thrill at the vision of Peter Jackson. I would go see Return of the King again, were it not for two major obstacles: 1) I don't feel like moving from one room to another, much less driving to the Hollywood20 and 2) I have no fundage to pay for entry into the theater, especially since my lung skank has cost me a good $160 in doctor's bills, medicine, and lost wages. UGH!!!
Now I've got the blues. A certain LJ pal sent me something via email that is sure to cheer me up for a very long time, though, so it all balances out. Whee!
He's wanting to come over today, despite my being ill. He seems to think that I am no longer contagious and I'm probably not; however, I'm a bit iffy on taking the chance of giving him this skank. I'll probably call him around 11 and see if he's still wanting to visit. I have no idea what we could do to pass our time, though. I don't feel like doing anything really but lying about and trying to sleep away my infection.
After I fed the dogs, I turned on the television to find a documentary on the making of The Lord of the Rings. Even after watching the first two movies over the past couple of days, I still thrill at the vision of Peter Jackson. I would go see Return of the King again, were it not for two major obstacles: 1) I don't feel like moving from one room to another, much less driving to the Hollywood20 and 2) I have no fundage to pay for entry into the theater, especially since my lung skank has cost me a good $160 in doctor's bills, medicine, and lost wages. UGH!!!
Now I've got the blues. A certain LJ pal sent me something via email that is sure to cheer me up for a very long time, though, so it all balances out. Whee!