Sick...

You know, I seem to have had this same damn cold last year. I feel like ass. I've been stuffed up and sinusy since Friday. I actually was sent home sick from work Friday, as well, because I was running a fever along with with my exciting stuffy nose. Blah.

We actually did get a lot done this week-end, despite my nose running like a faucet... a green, slimy faucet. We've, so far, donated 7 huge contractor bags of clothes and shoes. That's not counting the stuff Steven has that we need to go through and thin out the ranks. We can, however, see the floor of the middle room and most of the rest of the things we have to do involve just packing clothes and such up. Soon, soon...

I need a drink. I tried to take a nap when I got home from work (yes, we worked today.) but I kept waking up choking because it's so fucking dry in this place. I will not miss this heating system.

Anyhow, 6³⁰. Time to rouse Steven and head out to our ball game.