HIIII! can't think can't think can't think gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee Angel in the bathroom Angel in the bathroom Angel in the bathroom gonna have to kill that man gonna have to kill that man gonna have to kill that man gonna have to kill that man lalalalalalaa lalalalalalaa lalalalalalaa lalalalalalaa
ok. wheeeew! i feel better!
well, sorta better. i'm still sick and had to cancel my plans for new years. i feel bad. i really wanted to go and these were plans we made when Joey was still here. but then, hardly anyone calls us now that Joey left . . . or maybe i'm just sick and delirious. i miss my Joey. he wasn't supposed to leave us.
i think my honey and i will pick up some dinner, take some Nyquil, turn off the phones, and celebrate the new year in bed . . . sleeping.
oh, yeah, Christmas is still lingering like the funky odor mildewy clothes retain forever, no matter how many times you wash them. i don't remember saying before, but my person to be secret Santa to was none other than The Tick and it was a blast - he finally got his last gift today because the lady who was supposed to deliver it was out on bereavement until today. He was thrilled, it seems, with all his toys and candy and the little books i found. YAY! i have made two workout CDs for Marn and Angel made one - they got shipped out today - and i got one of the promised CDs for Glorianna done. Stitch (formerly 'the Angry Little Elf') got a cool road rage CD from Angel and i'll be burning her a whole CD of Punk covers soon. The Tick asked for some new music . . . i don't know what to burn for him so i'm compiling a thought list . . . it's involved.
well, my loves, i'm off to eat some soup and [hopefully!] soothe my throat so i can stop coughing. there's painful phlegmy crap in my chest and i fear giving it to others, especially chidrens.
confessed on Tuesday, Dec. 31, 2002