I woke up at 5am this morning, my throat as grim as a cat's ass after sitting on a litter box. I called in sick at work and have spent the day drinking lots of tea, watching an episode of Charlie's Angels on TV, reading a bit, listening to music a bit, taking a bath, munching on this or that.
I highly recommed being sick if you don't like your job.
Also, I was supposed to be going to Big Brother's eviction night tonight -- but the prediction is for rain. Instead, I'm just gonna lie here, under the covers, and try to spot a few netgoths...