wednes | Dec. 15th, 2004

I didn't make it to the Motel 6 today after a long night of Norman Bates related nightmares. H is sick with something, and I can only suspect it's because our bedroom resides in the low 40 degree range. Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration but it is cold as Milton's Hell in there. Milton is the guy who had a cold level of hell, right? Or is Dante the only guy who thought hell had a bunch of different layers? Anyway, H is even missing work, which is totally rare for him. Here's to hoping he is better soon.

Now I forget, and I've no time to look it up, since I am working fervently on an emergency paper for a freind. That's cool for me because I need the dough. And cool for me again, because the subject of this paper is turning out to be damn fascinating. No details though, so don't aks. Confindentiality, you know! So i've been doing that since noon and I'm almost done. Only six pages, plus a bib and an appendix. *wipes brow* I did stop to enjoy a roast beef and pepper jack sandwich which I found to be quite yummy.

So not only is Smallville a rerun tonight, but they are not even rerunning them in order. Slags!

I just realized, today is Wednesday and I haven't baked a single bread or cookie yet. I guess after I go to the motel tomorrow morning, I'd better get to work on that.

Finally, thanks to