I woke up about an hour ago coughing my head off with my nose crusted shut. I swear I was not only worried about waking up Ross and Andypants with my coughing, but also the people down the street and on the other side of the mountain. I'm sure that going to work yesterday was a mistake, because now I feel worse than before. Lalalalala... Tylenol Cold is my bestest friend. I'm taking two more, so hopefully I'll be back to sleep before that big, nasty yellow thing comes up. (The sun, for all of you who were not in any of my brother's Vampire: the Masquerade groups. May Skylab not fall on your houses.)
I have a link for you, to donate money to the Tsunami relief effort. I don't usually hawk things like this, but even though many of us are hard pressed to come up with rent and electric payments this time of year, these people have absolutely NOTHING. Some of them have had their homes, families and livelihoods alike washed out to sea. I mean, come on, five bucks could probably literally save somebody's life here. Just one more bowl of food or one more medicine tablet or one more blanket to keep a little kid feeling warm and safe at night. I challenge you to get off of at least $5. It won't kill you.
Click here.
I'm going back to bed now. If I don't post here again before... y'all have a safe and happy New Years. I expect y'all all to be here in one piece in 2005. Much, much mad love to my flist. Y'all are some wonderful people. :D