Everyday I wake up hoping to feel better and yet, I've been disappointed every time.
Still, I'm here at work. There are people who need to be called and schedules to be signed and a deadline of November 23rd looming over the horizon.
My cotton covered throat yearns for ice cold water and honey lemon tea. Someone bring me some, k?
I don't which one of my children thought it would be funny to dump crumbs in my purse, but Momma is not amused.
Christmas music is my crack. I do not need anymore Christmas cds. I'm pretty sure every single christmas song that is worth listening to is on one of the 50 cds I already own. So why do I keep feeling the pull of the displays at Target?
Have bunnies for fics hopping, hopping, hopping around, but have no drive to do anything with them. One James/Sirius/Remus and the other Remus/Sirius. Hopefully I can churn something out by the weekend.