You know…

I felt great when I went to bed last night.

Great for me, that is. Only a mild headache and congestion, and slight joint pain.

Work up at 4 AM this morning with an icepick level muscle cramp in my right leg, to serve as companion to the one I got last week in my left. If any of you are using the voodoo dolls, please knock it the hell off.

And the hits just kept on coming. At 6:30, teh violent shakings of my legs sent a signal and made it apparent to me that I indeed would not be going into work today. combined with the golfballs in the back of my throat, the lack of breathing, and general (physical) ennui, It’s just a bad call. So I grabbed another hour or so of sleep, and wrote in just after 8.

I, of course, have been workign like a demon ever since, sending various e-mails and project requests around the ether and over several continents.

I really want my eggs.

I think I’ll cook them now.

P.S. I do not have Pinkeye. but I’m going to try and not put a “yet” on that, since my boss’s kids both have it, and she went down for the count hard last weekend. Today, she can’t even open her eyes .

Good, er, bad times. You know, I’ve had my share