The Vicious Circle that is Not Helped by Whining About It

I've been up for an hour. I'd like to go back to sleep. But my throat is too sore.

Which means I should drive down to CVS and pick up some drops and maybe some tea and a nice magazine to read.

But I don't feel awake enough to brave the Porter Square traffic, and walking in the cold doesn't feel like an option, either.

So I could use a few more hours of sleep.

And I'd like to go back to sleep.

But my throat is too sore...

oh hey this entry is no longer about whining, it is about Elizabeth Montgomery


sup liz

This is why I like forgetting to set my Away flag

[10/16 17:21] Cloudscout: Countless screaming Argonauts.
[10/16 17:22] Cloudscout: All employed by NASA... the National Argonautics and Space Administration.
[10/16 17:23] Cloudscout: They eat cheese.
[10/16 17:23] Cloudscout: And meatloaf.
[10/16 17:23] Cloudscout: They LOVE meatloaf.
[10/16 17:23] Cloudscout: Double beat-loaf.
[10/16 17:24] Cloudscout: By an intermittent dashboard light.
[10/16 17:25] Cloudscout: Goo-goo gajoob.
[10/16 17:25] Cloudscout: Goo-goo gajoob.
[10/16 17:25] Cloudscout: Thank you.  You've been great.
[10/16 17:25] Cloudscout: Try the fish.
[10/16 17:26] *** Cloudscout signed off at Thu Oct 16 17:26:02 2003.

Dude, even if I had been awake, you would've made more sense than I at that point.