My apartment is sooooooo clean right now.
Angel's Dad and his wife, Niki stopped by, took us to dinner, came back and watch an hour of TV before bailing to let us tuck in the munchkin.
Now that she is sound asleep in bed, we checked mail and played a few minutes of Super Collapse II before Angel left to take his shower and i left you a quick note.
For anyone requesting a template - i am full up but i will work on the requests i have right now. Please be patient with me - i do this for free and lately everyone wants customs. These take longer as i am not humming away on inspiration; i have to work to fit in all the pieces being asked of me.
i also have a suddenly full schedule with the increased need for sleep. i don't usually get sick like this, but when i do i can expect to be on the mild side of miserable for the rest of winter. it truly sucks as it feels like i'm trying to breathe cotton soaked in Vaseline and powdered with Gold Bond. 'Breathe', not 'breathe through'. Yeah. And did i mention that with these midgets on my chest, it makes sleeping a joy punctuated with coughing fits no matter what medicine i take?
Sheesh, i feel like i complain all the time. i need to shut back up and go to bed!
Big germy kisses to you all! Stay well and be happy you bastards!
confessed on Monday, Jan. 13, 2003