Sweat makes a good companion

Nobody worry. I feel better. Much, much better. *g* I had to wash my sheets at 9:45 last night, thought, because Cole threw up on them. Yeah, gross. I know. But it made me stay up to watch Hidalgo. I probably would have put that off for another week or so. All in all, it turns out to be a good thing. Well, except for the vomiting. Poor guy. Why is it that if I wash my sheets, something invariably happens that makes me rewash them within a couple of days? I think it's an alien plot to take over the world. Or at least to take over my bedroom. Which is weird, unto itself.

I almost regret not going to work today. I really think I would have enjoyed the AC. Yes, once again it's hellaciously hot. I hate sweating. And yet ... here I am. Sweating. How fun.

Hmm ... I work tomorrow and then have Friday off. I think I'll stock up on layouts and icons. Hey! malkovich03! What sort of icon do you want? Don't make me use my big voice.
Ta!