down for the count

Okay, my dearies. I’m running a fever and feel generally grody. On the upside, I have never LOOKED better, believe me.

I suppose I could write a post in this state of delirium — and personally, I think I’m never more entertaining than when I’m delirious — but I actually really can’t see straight. Everything is kinda wavy. Hold still, dammit!

So it’s 4:45 p.m. and I’m going to bed. Seriously. MB just took off my shoes and encountered my feverish feet. (I’m sorry, MB, don’t leave me.) He’s set me up with my box of Puffs and OJ and demanded I become unconscious pronto. Poor man. I’m sure he just needs a break.

So good night, moon.

Er, sun.