My whole life is a dark room

[tiamatlady]

One. Big. Dark. Room.

Despite oodles of sushi last night, and finally some quiet time with the Ranger, and despite a beautiful just chilly enough night to enjoy, I cam home last night awfully poopy, and far more sick than anticipated. I think Lou and I have the same thing, because we have the same symptoms.
Except he's had lots of liquor, to kill his germs and lots of sleep.
I however have had none of either. Although I played hookey this morning, but tomorrow is going to SUCK the big one.
I can't breathe, this stupid cat won't get off my chest, and my nose is insistent on blowing out electric green goo. (Sorry for the TMI)
so, what am I doing tonight?
Going to ManRay. *evil grin*
It's my last chance to see the Ranger. I don't think I'll last long, as I have a full day tomorrow, starting with a client meeting long before I usually get up. Oh and did I mention the ice/snow storm?
*grumble*
So, I'm dressing down and I don't suggest fucking with me, because I'm sick and in a foul mood, thanks to events from earlier this week. I'd LOVE to slam someone into a wall, and I honestly don't care whom.
*bright grin*
Did I mention my ears are clogged up too? I must be nuts.
But I love my Ranger. So I'm coming out (He's showing me his new tattoo. I didn't even know he got one til last night!)