My head feels as though someone skewered a red-hot spike through it right behind my eyes, and my throat feels as if that same sadistic SOB used a cheese grater on it. And I'm supposed to be (a) working, and (b) putting the finishing touches to the Christmas arrangements. Plus DH is FEELING BETTER and being totally, insufferably bouncy about it. Gah!
The only even remotely redeeming thing about the whole situation is that I get to lie in bed and work my way through all twelve episodes of H5-0 back-to-back. There's nothing like a bit of shirtless!Steve to take your mind off things, I say...
The only even remotely redeeming thing about the whole situation is that I get to lie in bed and work my way through all twelve episodes of H5-0 back-to-back. There's nothing like a bit of shirtless!Steve to take your mind off things, I say...