Accursed cough!
The Martian Death Flu is long gone, but naturally a cough still lingers. At first, I thought it was just a tickly-throat cough (i.e. throat tickles, then I cough, then the throat gets sore, then I cough more and have problems breathing), but there's definitely phlegm involved now. Post-nasal drip is my mortal enemy. I'm hoping I don't go through another month or so of constant coughing, as I did over the summer. We might have to go buy NyQuil again, or something. It took an extra hour to get to sleep last night due to coughing.
Lowell did pick up Final Fantasy XIII last night, and though we were both eager to see the opening sequence, at least, I couldn't be arsed to settle myself into the corner of the couch to watch it. Methinks this will have to be done post-choir rehearsal this evening. That way, I can start my own save file on Friday morning, and play between cleaning rooms.
I wasn't supposed to have Friday morning to myself. My mother and sister have to get the Beverly house cleaned up and out by March 18th, as that's the day it closes and they have to be moved out. My mother asked me three or four times in the space of the past few days when I could come down to help, and every single time, I said Friday morning, Saturday morning, and Sunday afternoon if necessary. I did not change my tune, because I knew those were the only times I was available. Every single time, she said that would work. Last night, as I'm leaving work, I get a call from my sister, saying that my mother wants to know when I'm coming down to help with the house. I promptly facepalmed, repeated myself for the umpteenth time, and was then told that they were going to Indiana on Friday morning. So instead of Metraing down at some ungodly hour of the morning and Metraing back in the afternoon to spend time with Jillian and company, I will be home all morning, enjoying a new Final Fantasy game and cleaning my house. Booyah.
My boss had been intending to come into the office today, his day off, as he has simply too much to do or some nonsense. He got sick over the weekend, though, and decided the smart thing to do would be to actually take his day off and rest. I agree wholeheartedly. Three weeks until Easter means panic time starts now. Le sigh. And here I thought we were ahead of the game. Shows how much I know.
Incidentals, then lunch with two of my favourite people in the world, then home, then laundry, then rehearsal, then FFXIII, then sleep. Booyah.
Lowell did pick up Final Fantasy XIII last night, and though we were both eager to see the opening sequence, at least, I couldn't be arsed to settle myself into the corner of the couch to watch it. Methinks this will have to be done post-choir rehearsal this evening. That way, I can start my own save file on Friday morning, and play between cleaning rooms.
I wasn't supposed to have Friday morning to myself. My mother and sister have to get the Beverly house cleaned up and out by March 18th, as that's the day it closes and they have to be moved out. My mother asked me three or four times in the space of the past few days when I could come down to help, and every single time, I said Friday morning, Saturday morning, and Sunday afternoon if necessary. I did not change my tune, because I knew those were the only times I was available. Every single time, she said that would work. Last night, as I'm leaving work, I get a call from my sister, saying that my mother wants to know when I'm coming down to help with the house. I promptly facepalmed, repeated myself for the umpteenth time, and was then told that they were going to Indiana on Friday morning. So instead of Metraing down at some ungodly hour of the morning and Metraing back in the afternoon to spend time with Jillian and company, I will be home all morning, enjoying a new Final Fantasy game and cleaning my house. Booyah.
My boss had been intending to come into the office today, his day off, as he has simply too much to do or some nonsense. He got sick over the weekend, though, and decided the smart thing to do would be to actually take his day off and rest. I agree wholeheartedly. Three weeks until Easter means panic time starts now. Le sigh. And here I thought we were ahead of the game. Shows how much I know.
Incidentals, then lunch with two of my favourite people in the world, then home, then laundry, then rehearsal, then FFXIII, then sleep. Booyah.