Seriously, I did try and work this week...

once.

But when I got there and started this cough-cough-hack-furball-phlegm-hack thing I do, Tom was immediately repulsed and pretty much told me to go home and get better.

And so I'm home. Again. For like the fourth day in a row.

And I'm so bored I don't know what to do with myself. But I don't have any real energy because I'm still sick, and I'm kind of stiff from sleeping in weird positions on the futon so much.

I could start packing for the impending move, but that's just daunting. I could do homework but that's just boring. I should do a little bit of both. Maybe one box and then one homework problem to kill some time. And then naps in between cycles or something.

Seriously I am bored. Someone come over and watch a movie with me. I rented "Collateral" and it is supposed to be pretty good.

But probably after I get dressed (haven't done that except once in four days) I will go to the quickie mart and buy some kickass theraflu and then I will fall asleep during the movie anyway, so maybe you shouldn't come over.

And, I had to bail on pappy for dinner tonight. Waaah. I hate being sick.

So much of the suck.