Yvi

I didn't actually want a nose job, but I think I've eroded a few millimeters in these past twenty-four hours by sheer frequency of Kleenex contact.

And because I'm still awake and still feeling lousy and still not responding to NyQuil, I think my plan for tomorrow will be to get stuff done in the office as quickly as possible and bank on my assuredly horrible voice/face/sniffling being able to buy me an early out.

I'm seeing Blonde Redhead tomorrow night also and it'll be wonderful if I can catnap before heading out. I should look wan and undernourished enough to blend right in with all the cool indie kids.

Still no porn, as I can't focus on anything more complex than making tea.