Spencer bit me on the cheek yesterday.
I suppose he thought he was the Easter Bunny and that I was a carrot.
I do feel fairly orange as it were.
I have the Norwalk virus.
Spencer had it last week and gave it to me.
He's just got an arsenal of germs and fangs
I think the last time I was this tired was when I had mono in high school.
I cannot tell you the extreme symptoms I have suffered. It's so gross.
Guy and I were in NYC over the weekend - our first overnight away from Spencer.
We saw Spamalot on Saturday (after going the wrong night and getting to see Jackie Mason for free). I highly recommend it.
I'm too tired to be clever. Today I have eaten Spencers rice cereal, crackers and Gatorade. I feel like I'm really hungry but I can't eat. I've been reading The Dirt - about Motley Crüe - those guys were insane. Something tells me I've mentioned this, but heck, I'll mention it again.
I have a job interview tomorrow. I hope I can keep it together and appear lively.
Ok there's an ad on tv for Downy Wrinkle Releaser. You don't iron. You spray the wrinkled item and pull on it to pull out the wrinkles. Something is wrong with that. What the hell kind of chemicals are in that? The ad says it's not available in stores. Why is this? Creepy.
Anyway, email me if you've tried it and it works. I iron about as often as I sail.
