So today I just pretty much relaxed and felt guilty. My co-workers are covering for me, of course, and I really thought hard about going in and taking over, but then I thought about how stupid that would be, I would probably only last a coupla hours and that would do it for me. So no.

Karen and I played a coupla hands of othello, we tied the first game (the first time that I've ever played it) and I won the second. I don't know if there'll be a third game, I'll check with her tomorrow.

Been playing music. A lot. Doesn't take much energy, but I didn't have much to start with, and I'm pretty tuckered. I feel like I've been beaten for several days with hot wet towels or something, my whole body aches. It's a distinct possibility that my body has been aching for days, come to think of it, I was just thoroughly occupied with other manifestations and malfunctions.

Tomorrow is the last day that I'm going to have to heal up, so I better make the most of it, I think. I'm envisioning a day where I just eat, drink and sit, or maybe lay, for most of the day.

And da-yum, it's almost 23:00, no wonder I'm tard.

O'yeah, we got a card from JD and Annette in Paris, sounds like they're having a great time. They should be back in Texas within that next few days, I do hope that they don't have any trouble with their flights... they're coming from Amsterdam, though, not Paris, so they should be OK. One of my greatest fears, of course, is that some asshole will blow a hole in the plane that someone I love is flying on. None of my loved ones need to worry about that with me, heh, agorophobe that I am.

Yeah, I know that agorophobe isn't the precise word, I said that I was tard, dammit, gimme a break here!