The Stars and the Cookie Jar

darthrami  for sixty wonderful hours, starting Sunday morning. Yes, I know I just saw her, comparatively speaking. I need her here to restore my sense of self, and make me stop shaking, and allow me to be able to brush myself off and go on.

We'll see films and sit around and cough a lot. I told her I'd get her sick if she kept taking care of me. Germs are ungrateful like that.

I get to see her.

• Tylenol Sore Throat
• New iconnage from copperbadge  and friede
• FoGA's body wash, which smells just as good in my pressureless little shower
• My shampoo for my hair, as opposed to borrowing everyone else's ever
• Anti-bacterial Kleenexes
• an orange with no seeds
• working a shorter shift tomorrow, even if it is at a higher-volume store
• Sunday