I realize it's Monday this hour, but I need to lament "today" a little bit.
-- Mikey vomited up half a pound of chicken and garbage IN MY BED. The room reeked of rancid deli meats. I felt so bad for him but also nearly vomited myself. I worried about him for the rest of the night.
-- My in-laws made me crazy with constant nagging.
-- I felt sick and fatigued.
At least the night ended well:
-- Time at my dad's.
-- Exercise with my step-mom.
-- Brief time with
cadesolitude.
And I haven't mentioned this but TJ got a border collie puppy. Her name is Blondie. Pictures in the near future.
But for now, Liquid Television on DVD, a little reading and sleep.