I don't have much to report today. I have succombed to the nasty bug that got Jane and Greg over the past couple of weeks. I've been high on Sudafed all weekend and been sleeping badly. That stuff makes me completely wired and I cannot sleep when I'm on it.
Yes, as you can see, not much to report. I have today off because of MLK Day, which is good, because otherwise I might have taken a sick day. Except, truth be told, I wouldn't have taken a sick day, because I save those for when Jane is sick or I have a stomach bug or whatever, and then everyone at work would have been mad at me because I was hacking and coughing all over the place. I suspect this will be the case tomorrow, anyway, because I have to return then and this is a super-busy week so there's no room for sick days (unless, as previously noted, I am puking. Or Jane is.)
Oh man, this post is terrible. Did anyone watch the Golden Globes last night? It was particularly exciting because both my television boyfriend Don Draper (oh, fine JON HAMM) as well as my Hollywood boyfriend Mark Ruffalo were there. Ricky Gervais was fairly outrageous, which is why I usually love him, but he was uncomfortable to watch a lot of the night. Something about totally making fun of people right to their faces, and not in a loving way. Just in a mean way. I know, he said he would be that way and people should've expected it, but it made me feel yuck. Although I did laugh a lot. So there's that.
I will conclude by saying this weekend is the one-year anniversary of when we started potty training Jane. Holy shit, that was a bad weekend. So even being sick and loopy now beats the hell that was last year this time.