Last one in the office to get The Cold

[whitsunday]

I have spent a very boring weekend at home, going crazy in my brain. I initially like having a cold - the nostalgia, the solicitousness from people, the pleasant weird feeling one gets from fever temperatures - but then the stir crazy, one bedroom apartment, can't make any noise because the other person sleeps all day, head exploding pain kicks in.

At least it was raining. At least I have never been to Mexico.

I also asked Davey last night to help me find my invisible thread. He said he last saw it when he sewed the Emperors clothes. I have got to find a new name for that stuff.