Still hideously, horribly, uncomfortably, gruesomely sick. The weather isn’t helping. It was so warm and lovely a couple weeks ago and since them April’s mostly been cold, dark and fairly miserable. I don’t like this one bit. It’s not just my usual complaining about it being cold. It’s just April is supposed to be full of springy joyfulness and instead we got a freeze which killed a lot of the newly budding leaves on trees and plants and it’s just been so grimly grey. Ugh, if this is spring, then summer can’t get here fast enough.

My head hurts so much that I’m considering cutting it off. Though perhaps a judicious application of codeine would be better. And approximately 176.4 hours of sleep. And perhaps a sponge bath from my nonexistent hot Persian houseboy.

Despite being sick I’m pretty disgusted with my own laziness, so I’m doing laundry and half-assedly cleaning up my room during commercial breaks in The Stand. Yeah, thanks, Sc-Fi Channel for giving endless hours of crap TV to watch when I’m sick. Now all I need is that Persian houseboy…

I’ve been updating my Amazon wishlist too, the semi annual update (one for Xmas and one for the birthday), which is oddly satisfying. Like shopping, though without spending money, since I have none to spend. Maybe I’ll waste the next few hours looking for the perfect pair of purple shoes.