Tiny sounds seem significant when one is up alone.

The frog was a double agent.

bah snarfblart

I woke with the sick of moltar.
I'm totally blaming the girlperson.

It's actually not terribly horrible, it's pretty much a very common cold.
I'm snufflepated, coughified, and swollenthroattastic.

So, I was stupidly suspiciously worried about that whole stupid,
the way you spend new years eve sets the tone for the rest of the year.
Cause my last new years eve was pretty awesome, and so was rest of year.

I decided that I'm not THAT sick I can bother people try to find some partyfication.
But, I'm just going to do whatever the hell I feel like, and if that's laying in bed.
Sofuckingbeit.

So there's my tone for 2007, bitches.
Whatever the hell I feel like. =)
And apparently rife with made up words.

I think that works just fine.

Although I think I'd sell J at this point for sushi,
or steak, or even taco bell.
My sick is hungry.

A rather lovely evening.

The Jmom did send us new years monies,
so we went to go out, discovered the jeep appears to have gone to jeep heaven.
wtfever.
So on bus hopped the J and the sickeris.
After some taco bell and mass amounts of ibuprofen, was feeling somewhat better.
He went to see the rocky movie, I saw stranger than fiction.

Which was AWESOME, I loved the movie very much.

Then walked over to smiths, got some medicines,
and hopped bus home.

Am feeling immensely better, and more than happy to be at home,
doing absolutely nothing.

I'm (very) happy, and also feeling like my holiday funk has passed.

Happy2007soon,bitches.