I am in ur office, using ur kleenex...

Lurghi continues. Whatever the hell this thing is, it's persistent. I got my voice back, but today is Coughing Day, to the point I actually ended up retching in the shower this morning. Things are settling down with judicious implementation of tea with honey, lots of water, cold and flu capsules and the chewable Vitamin C Wendy at work just gave me, but I'm very much over the being sick thing. Like, two days ago. Doesn't help the roomie is just as bad, if not worse. And I have no tissues (my last box was used up by my coworkers), so I had to sneak some from Alvin's office while he's at court today.

No day off - I can't afford to miss another day's pay.

My L33t skillz with a DVD player were required today to find a particular point in an interview that people wanted to watch, and then pause the DVD at that point for it to be played when needed. Yes, I work with technological giants.

Yep, it's one of those days. *rolls eyes* Morbo icon day.

The kittens continue to be adorable, cute and completely insane. They also have names, which will be revealed and explained in another post that has photos in it, given I've been given my instructions. ;)

Spike and Angel

Yep, that's what we're calling them. The black and white one is Spike, because he's reckless and adventurous and something of a people-ho. The black one is Angel, because he's broody and quiet and tends to hole up in various corners and he's not so happy about being cuddled. But the real clincher is that these two wrestle. All the time. And Spike generally starts it, and then Angel pwns him. So, there you go.

Unfortunately, no pics today, because LJ is a bitch who keeps telling me I'm not logged in and therefore can't upload pictures. *rolls eyes* Imagine kitties wrestling and chewing on each other's heads.

Taking the night off.

Turning off the computer for the night. There's just too much going on that's making me either depressed or exasperated, and with the cough from hell I don't have the energy to keep my temper or my patience. And, unlike the roomie, I don't particularly feel like getting drunk, so I think I'll collect the enormous mountain of laundry and go do that.

Have a good one. Please.

Edit: Once I'm done this log. Then I'm gone.