Hey. Am sick, am going to bed, just running by to assure you I'm not dead. Just, near dead.

I was taking calls this evening, and my words got tangled because my head is full of mucous, and I said to this lady, "Is there anything else I can do you with?"

Have actually been doing a little bit of writing at work. Is happening. Loving it. --except for the illness, things are perfect. The illness, and-- I keep having nightmarish daydream things about being mauled by a dog. I liken it to Dorina's fantasy of being hit by a train.

oh! And congrats to Tan for making Helen's page of Puppy links. Tan is my hero. Totally.

As opposed to Yahoo. which blows.

Bed, now.

Love to my, yeah. Love.