then again

I think I'm getting a cold after all. The snot machine is on, and my ears feel pressurized. Better now than two weeks ago, I guess.

I've put the Buick on Ebay. My previous buyer has slipped off the face of the Earth. I am prepared to take a massive loss here -- I just want it out of the driveway.

:/

My boss was out sick yesterday, and she's also called in for today. I nearly stayed home, but I dragged myself in with what little work ethic I have left. I should've stayed home. I'm irrigating everything in sight with watery mucus.

The boss must have come in at some point this weekend. The desperate scrawlings and phone messages waiting for me here suggest we are being scooped by a rival's laboratory. Joy.

There's a new virus out, so IS has performed its customary drawbridge-raising: I have no access to my web mail. I hate those people.

Swing away.

Bought a touch-light for the scary basement stairs, so the Signs guys (the poison-wristy ones) won't get sadira down there, or at least she'll see them coming. I think I'll need an additional light -- this one doesn't do much. I guess I'd still bring a big glass of water and a bat, just in case.